The general was a little older now a few more gray hairs than he had when this started twenty years ago. "Tell me again what hell is going wrong" he says. "It is second generation, their mutations are appearing during the troubled teen years instead of between nineteen and twenty one" says a female scientist. Dam women never trusted them, hell that is probably why I have been married four times and had more than twenty girlfriends and one night stands. "Who the hell decided they could breed" he yelled. "You did about sixteen years ago, said it would be cheaper than bonding the mutations after basic training" says a man with a full gray hair. "The mammal breeds mostly seem to breed true, The French tried to breed dog-people and sevel Middle east countries crate man-sand sharks. Sevel of early USSR lines ran to us when it fell those that did not head for the hills. The African clans we have shared the tech with have imitated their gods." an other of the dam youngsters, his name does not come to the general at the moment. "Add more money to the juvie moderating unit and keep me informed" General says.
Some were in the North West, The smells are what hits me first, than the sounds, the feel of the wind roughing my fur. Bears I could ask why bears, well their are the upright walking and having hands. I leap from tree to tree. She lands under my tree. "You are way too loud little brother" she says. "Maybe I was being loud on prepuce, big sis" He says as he lands beside her.