Another day at the gym. You pretty much spend every day there. You mostly go there to lift weights and bulk up, but you also partially go there to see all the women working out. Sometimes, you can barely pay attention to your reps because there's so many women in tight yoga pants and shorts in there, on the treadmills mostly. You're in the middle of working out when two men wearing fancy looking suits walk up to you. "Are you Matthew Buckner?" One of them asked. You put away the weight you're lifting and sit up to face them. "Yeah, that's me. Who are you two? The bougie brigade?" You say as you wipe sweat off of your face with a towel. They introduce themselves as having been sent by Avalon Genetics to recruit you as a test subject for some gene splicing experiments. "Lemme get this straight. You want me to go be some sort of...lab rat? Get the fuck outta here. I got a few more reps to do and some asses to check out." The men glance at each other, then one of them looks at you and tells you that you wouldn't just be a "lab rat", and that you would be paid handsomely for you services. You've never been a fan of those big sciency corporations like Avalon, but the idea of getting rich off of participating in a couple experiments is too enticing, so you accept their offer, and they ask you to follow them to their black SUV outside. They drive you to the Avalon building downtown, and escort you to the test lab, where a female scientist is looking into a microscope, observing some amoebas in a pond water sample. One of the suited goons alerts her to their, and your presence. She turns and sees you, a decently buff 25 year old guy wearing a white tank top and jeans, with messy hair and pit stains. "Well, hello there. You must be Matthew Buckner. Well, My name is Dr. Anna Raymond. It is very nice to meet you, Mr. Buckner." The scientist says as she looks you over. "Nice to meet you too. Now, why am I here? The assketeers here said something about an experiment or something and that I'd get paid for being here." Dr. Raymond smiles, and explains that...
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