Dna on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Thank God for Science

Fri, 21 Aug 2015 00:00:00 +0000

Gotta love science

Graduating from UC Berkley in 1982 with a Doctorate in Chemistry and molecular science with a job recruitment offer from a research and development company specializing in human behavioral science.

My first assignment was research in the neurological studies of sexual behaviors, DNA and nerve studies. It was found that the DNA mapping and genomes of the human nerve centers were in a direct pattern in both men and women. In the top secret studies we first developed a DNA enhancing technology that could redirect the brains electric impulses combined with blood flow and nerve sensitivity to help with sexual dysfunction problems. Thus the drugs most commonly found today sprung forth from these studies.

The Babe Bomb 2

Sat, 15 Nov 2014 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Babe Bomb)

Part Two

“Doctor, we have a problem.”

James Watson gazed around the now familiar office. The last time he’d been here, one of his inventions had been misused. Now, turning his attention to the man behind the desk, he frowned.

“What have you done now?”

Major George Franklin returned the frown. As head of a top secret special projects division, he’d borne the blame for the earlier fiasco. It had taken months for the waves from that one to die down, and Franklin had been lucky to keep his rank. Now, leaning back in his chair, he gazed at Watson thoughtfully, as if choosing his words very carefully.

Alien Technology

Mon, 17 Jan 2011 00:00:00 +0000

“Ok, Bob, where’s the fire.” James Bliss stopped short as he caught his first sight of his friend. Robert Wise had always been a healthy, energetic man, but now, he looked years younger than the 42 Jim knew him to be. At the sound of his voice, Bob looked up, smiling.

“Fire? Oh, yes, sorry. I simply had to show you this right away.” For the past several years, the two had been friendly (and sometimes not so friendly) competitors. As scientists and amateur inventors, each was constantly trying to outdo the other. This had, at times, put considerable strain on their relationship, but it had also led to some serious breakthroughs by both.

The Babe Bomb

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

“The Major will see you now.”

“About time.” Rising from his chair James Watson strode towards the door leading to Major Franklin’s private office. Stepping in, he glared at the major.

“What in hell,” he asked coldly, “do you think you were doing?”

“Professor Watson,” Franklin replied smoothly, “I always know precisely what I’m doing. I do what needs to be done.”

“And that includes breaking into my lab? Stealing my work?”