Balbasorus
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Post by Balbasorus on Aug 23, 2012 12:30:13 GMT -5
”Alright then, we start.” Tim slipped on a pair of disposable gloves sitting on the examination table and took two of the test tubes filled with blood, his hand shaking as he did so. Being so close to the people who held them hostage is making him uneasy. Plus there wasn’t a guarantee that they will keep their word. He walked towards an ultracentrifuge, placed one of the tubes inside and started the machine. He would need to separate the plasma, red blood cells, white blood cells and the platelets for observation. And if there are any foreign substances present in the sample, they would be detected too. More often than not those are the causes of irregularities in human beings. Then he went to a table and placed the second test tube in a test tube holder, leaving the other doctor to converse with the subject for the time being. He took a sample using a pipette and dropped a small amount on a glass slide before covering it with the cover slip, saving the rest for serology purposes. If any zombie-fighting antibodies are present in it, he’ll need the rest to extract those. The doctor slipped the glass under a microscope for observation, and then went to an electrophoresis apparatus to try and isolate the test subject’s DNA. His knowledge in this field, however, is limited. Tim is hoping that the other doctor is an expert in DNA analysis. The old doctor started the machine then went back to the microscope to look at his sample as the devices finish their work. [Hello, since I've never observed a superhuman before in real life, I do not know their internal structure, blood composition and chemistry. I will leave that to your imagination. ]
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Post by Dark Nomad on Aug 28, 2012 11:01:54 GMT -5
Ivan simply relaxed as the tests were being taken. Nothing was painful compared to what had happened to him in the past. Needles and finger pricks were like bug bites compared to bullet wounds and genetic manipulation. His eyes wandered to his prisoners who were sitting in their cages. Russell was sitting and watching the tests occur. Russell wondered what would happen if their tests were successful. Ivan watched on as the two doctors analyzed his blood. He was more unsure of what they would be looking at under a microscope than the elderly doctor. His scientific knowledge was less than either of them and even if they told him what was going on he wouldn't understand so he left them to their work.
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Balbasorus
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Post by Balbasorus on Sept 1, 2012 10:53:56 GMT -5
Tim adjusted the lenses of the microscope, finding the right combination to view his sample properly. It reminded him of the days after the outbreak, when the hospital he is working in requested medical researchers to create a cure for the zombie virus. It was never given a scientific name by his colleagues, and their work has yielded little results, because it is very unique. Like the AIDS virus, the zombie virus adapts and mutates in order to resist any attempt to destroy it. But unlike the former, which targets the body's immune system, this one invades the brain of its host. It then takes control of its host's body. Thus only by damaging the brain beyond repair or severing the brain's connection to the rest of the body can the virus be stopped.
Further versatility of the virus is shown by its method of travel. It is capable of travelling through air, via bodily fluids, and can also exhibit behaviors that are parasitic in nature. In contrast, the AIDS virus will die when taken out of the human body.
The low beep from the ultra-centrifuge disrupted Tim's concentration. He walked towards the machine and took out its contents, a test tube with different layers of liquid inside. With his trained eye, the old doctor noticed that the level of platelets inside was a little higher than the red blood cells, which is a little strange. He went back to the table, made himself comfortable on a stool, and looked at his sample on the microscope, then wrote his observation into a piece of paper.
Date: Unknown. This is my secretary's job, dammit! Researcher: Doctor Ti Kooshimon What I had for lunch: Japanese food, mainly fish and other seafood, then Kraut beans, I am hoping to have some milk tea, a plate of spicy chicken strips and a platter of sizzling tofu steak for my afternoon snack, and afterwards a friendly game of bowling with my friends, but seeing as --
Tim stopped writing and slapped his forehead. What was he supposed to write again? Ah yes.
The subject's thrombocyte quantity and density are slightly higher than his erythrocyte's, leading me to suggest that the subject has enhanced healing and regeneration abilities. The platelets' size are also significantly larger than its counterpart. Cellular activity indicates that these thrombocytes are highly active in generating chemicals in abundance, like the platelet derived growth factor (PDGF) and the transforming growth factor beta (TGF-β), needed by the body to heal itself, far more active than those in normal human beings. The cause of these, however, has yet to be discovered. It may be caused by excessive amounts of the hormone thrombopoietin from the subject's liver and kidneys, excessive production by the subject's bone marrow, immunity to phagocytosis from the spleen and the liver's Kupffer cells, mutation, evolution, or genetic tampering by people. Of the aforementioned causes, the last three are the most likely, since the subject also exhibits incredible feats of strength and is immune to the body's aging process. If by chance it were one of the last three, one can only assume that the process is a painful one, and the subject should have been killed by the experiment, or horribly disfigured. How he survived is not yet known. Such experiments would have caused abnormal growths to spurt from the subject's body, discoloration, organ failure, etc. But he seems to have adapted to it. More research will be performed after analyzing his genetic make-up. Furthermore....
"ZzZzZz.. Snooooore.. ZzZzZz.."
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Post by Winters on Sept 1, 2012 13:53:56 GMT -5
Conducting this sort of research was always his favorite, but Splain wanted the doctor to get it done, make some use of himself. The others were all mercenaries, hired guns. Plenty of those, not so much doctors. Wasting the old man as a test subject would just be stupid, because even if it did work, his cells would be too aged to even cope with it properly. That was just based on his own personal experience, not really thinking about the medical terms.
The other test subjects in the cell had began slowing down now, and several of them sleeping on the ground. It wasnt natural though, Splain pricked them with a mild sedative before theyre capture, and none of them even noticed. Some, however, was holding it back a little too well. This was a sure way to tell which were the strongest. "You see that, Ivan? Now we know which subjects to do the testing on first."
Splain walked over to the doctors table, and seen he was passed as well. Before his notes, he actually took notes. This was something unexpected. Reading them over, they were legitimate, which was good to know that he knew what he was doing. "Okay, lets just let the samples finish up, and ill work on some variations. Shouldnt take more than an hour..." This would give the doctor enough time to rest, and the test subjects enough time to be strapped down.
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Balbasorus
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Post by Balbasorus on Sept 8, 2012 13:12:47 GMT -5
Tim woke up with a sudden jolt and rubbed his eyes in order to see well. He glanced wearily around him, trying to figure out where he is. The room doesn’t look like his office – the portrait of him and David during one of their fishing trips is missing. The picture of the huge swordfish he caught would be hard to miss, as well as David’s cute lifejacket and his sea-green polo with crab prints on it. That was always his clue whenever he’s lost in the hospital, since old age had made him slightly forgetful.
It took a few minutes of rubbing his forehead before he realized that they were actually being held prisoner. Splain must have allowed him to snooze, or else he’d be dead in one part of the sewers, his guts feeding the few wandering zombies about. The doctor took his pen again and wrote the rest of his research.
Furthermore, the test subject confided that he never felt any hunger at all and did not deteriorate in any manner after he was made to breathe a foreign substance. Based on general knowledge, it is not possible for a normal human being to live without some sort of nourishment. I suspect the gas gave the test subject the ability to produce his own food, like a plant undergoing photosynthesis. However, I have yet to discover where the chlorophyll or other similar compound is located within his body. I can safely assume that it is stored in the skin, as that organ is the most exposed to sunlight. However as I said before, answers will be available once we have studied his DNA structure, changes in how his body organs function, and other chemicals secreted by his body. We might have to take skin samples, other bodily fluids such as semen, and bits of muscle from him in order to perform a proper research.
On second thought, skin samples and muscle tissue would work just fine. Obtaining the fluids will be most uncomfortable for me. And possibly lethal.
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