More Andrea
Sep. 20th, 2002 06:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
strredwolfMy mind is a weird thing. I had to crank out one more Andrea pic, to which several voices in my head (Hey! They weren't there before!) said to write more on Andrea.
Andrea pt 2.
"What are we doing here?" the busty enlongated cougar inquired. "I mean, this is the Canmephian Embassy..."
"I know." I replied. "But we'll save some time if we do some things before we go. While Sandra files some flight plans, I'll run you through Customs and also get you checked out medically."
"I thought you were not going to kidnap me for scientific study."
I grinned, and added. "Nope. Why probe destructively when you can take a DNA sample and create a virtual version? It only takes a few drops of blood, but you will have to make the DNA sequence public domain."
"Well..."
"All Canmephian DNA is in the public domain. Prevents copyright claims on genetic therapy involving certian genes."
"Any chance on becoming naturalized?"
A tall, four armed male Dryger, dressed in medical clothing, walked up to the table Andrea and I were sitting on. It was an empty medbay, so the wait was short -- but the expression on the Dryger's face. "Um, RedWolf?" he asked.
"Yes?" I replied. "What is it, Markov?"
"Shi's a..."
I got up and looked at the test results. A bit of verification later, and even I was amazed.
"Andrea, this is my collegue in the medical field, Doctor Michael Markov."
"Mike for short." Markov added.
"Andrea Longway," the stretched out feline introduced hirself.
I dropped into a scientist mood. "The DNA you gave us is unusual to even Mike here. And he's sometimes does a bit of genetic history as a hobby."
"What is it?" Andrea asked.
"You're a Dryger. Default class Dryger."
"Genetically, you would be our genetic ancestor," Mike added. "Your hands are coded for the four fingers instead of five, and you do not have the tailcock all Dryger's have."
"You were saying I'm intresting odd?" Andrea directed to me. "What about him?"
"Well, that does add to the strangeness on a new level." I commented.
"Anyway, other than that, you're fit and trim for space flight." Mike returned. "If you wish, you can have the extra fingers and the tailcock coded and crafted. I can do that myself."
"Maybe later. I'm still trying to get over Sandra's changes."
Andrea pt 2.
"What are we doing here?" the busty enlongated cougar inquired. "I mean, this is the Canmephian Embassy..."
"I know." I replied. "But we'll save some time if we do some things before we go. While Sandra files some flight plans, I'll run you through Customs and also get you checked out medically."
"I thought you were not going to kidnap me for scientific study."
I grinned, and added. "Nope. Why probe destructively when you can take a DNA sample and create a virtual version? It only takes a few drops of blood, but you will have to make the DNA sequence public domain."
"Well..."
"All Canmephian DNA is in the public domain. Prevents copyright claims on genetic therapy involving certian genes."
"Any chance on becoming naturalized?"
A tall, four armed male Dryger, dressed in medical clothing, walked up to the table Andrea and I were sitting on. It was an empty medbay, so the wait was short -- but the expression on the Dryger's face. "Um, RedWolf?" he asked.
"Yes?" I replied. "What is it, Markov?"
"Shi's a..."
I got up and looked at the test results. A bit of verification later, and even I was amazed.
"Andrea, this is my collegue in the medical field, Doctor Michael Markov."
"Mike for short." Markov added.
"Andrea Longway," the stretched out feline introduced hirself.
I dropped into a scientist mood. "The DNA you gave us is unusual to even Mike here. And he's sometimes does a bit of genetic history as a hobby."
"What is it?" Andrea asked.
"You're a Dryger. Default class Dryger."
"Genetically, you would be our genetic ancestor," Mike added. "Your hands are coded for the four fingers instead of five, and you do not have the tailcock all Dryger's have."
"You were saying I'm intresting odd?" Andrea directed to me. "What about him?"
"Well, that does add to the strangeness on a new level." I commented.
"Anyway, other than that, you're fit and trim for space flight." Mike returned. "If you wish, you can have the extra fingers and the tailcock coded and crafted. I can do that myself."
"Maybe later. I'm still trying to get over Sandra's changes."
