The days were growing shorter and the project's failure was becoming apparent. My
crew and I had been researching on a little island just south of Australia for over three
months, and we were making little progress. I was hired as the team leader for this excursion
by a private investor from some breakthrough zoo. The investor, a man by the name of
Henry Shrinton, asked me along with my crew to go down under to find new, unknown
animals. I found this request very unusual simply because my formal education had been in
DNA research, not biological hunts. Nevertheless, my grant from the University had run out
so I desperately needed funding. We had only found a new species of butterfly, and I feared
my return to the states with nothing to show of our three month stay. Our time was up,
however, and the crew and I left Australia disappointed and empty-handed.
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DNA, strandsAt the airport in New York, I was greeted by Mr. Shrinton and a few of the other zoo
investors. They quickly hurried me into a stretched limousine, and then my life changed
forever. The investors asked me quite plainly if I would be willing to create their zoo for
them. At first I was unclear of the meaning, but quick clarification had me realizing the
enormous biological disasters such a project would generate. They wanted me to chemically
produce hybrid's of different animal species.
My first thought was that such a thing was impossible, but they showed me research
and experiments done by the government that proved it was possible. The investors sensed
my unwillingness and placed a briefcase in my lap. I opened it and found stacks of neatly
wrapped bills. It had to have been at least ten million dollars. I was...