<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Genetics on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/genetics/</link><description>Recent content in Genetics on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/genetics/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>North &amp; South</title><link>/stories/2011/03/21/north-south/</link><pubDate>Mon, 21 Mar 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/03/21/north-south/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Damn her.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Enviously, Jenna South watched as the expensive vehicle emerged from the walled estate, gliding smoothly up the road on its repulsor field. Inside the vehicle, she knew, rode her former friend, former rival, current enemy and future victim, Aya North.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“As close as North and South,” had been a catch phrase throughout high school to describe these unlikely friends. “Opposites attract,” would have been just as appropriate. Tall, willowy Jenna South and short, lush Aya North, all through high school, the two had been inseperable, going everywhere together, sharing everything. Then came college.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lillith's Tails Part 5: The Birth of Lillith</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/lilliths-tails-part-5-the-birth-of-lillith/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/lilliths-tails-part-5-the-birth-of-lillith/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="lilliths_tails4.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lillith&amp;rsquo;s Tails Part 4: Lillith&amp;rsquo;s Vengeance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lillith’s Tails Part 5: The Birth of Lillith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eve Smith was the sort of quiet intelligent young woman that is usually quietly ignored by the rest of society. At twenty nine years old Eve&amp;rsquo;s tall thin good looking form would make her the object of man men&amp;rsquo;s fantasies but her natural shyness led her to wearing loose fitting clothes and her glasses did their best to hide her face. Added to this Eve had been a lesbian her entire life and found most of the men around her trying at best. She found it a sad fact that men mostly sought women for their looks not their intelligence and almost comical that as a woman blessed with both she found them depressingly predictable in their advances.
For the past three years she had risen steadily through the ranks at GenTec a small medical research company that had just changed hands after their former parent company went under. For the past six months she had been the senior scientist of one of the larger labs under the direction of her oppressive administrator Adam Hart one of those bigoted men that hated her for refusing his advances and feared her for her intellect.
&amp;ldquo;Evelyn may I have a word.&amp;rdquo; Her supervisor’s voice interrupted her train of thought and she looked up from her microscope trying to hide her irritation.
 A stick thin balding man in his fifties Adam had a perpetually hunched posture made him look like some bizarre form of vulture that was enhanced by his ill-fitting lab coat. At this precise moment he was stood by the entrance to her lab a sly smile plastered across his normally dour face.
&amp;ldquo;Yes sir what can I do for you&amp;rdquo; she replied attempting to keep her distaste for him out of her tone.
&amp;ldquo;As you know my dear our change of ownership has caused something of a shake-up in all the departments” he shrugged his shoulders as if to say such problems were to be expected before continuing in his usual dull monotone “people are being reassigned, promoted and even let go it’s unfortunate but this disruption is one of the problems we have to work through.&amp;rdquo;
Hart&amp;rsquo;s oily condescending smile just seemed to ooze self satisfied triumph, his dislike of Evelyn&amp;rsquo;s rapid rise and disruption of his routine was well known and his gloating attitude wasn’t reassuring.
&amp;ldquo;Am I being reassigned sir&amp;rdquo; she asked carefully.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>