Japanese Neko

by on March 8, 2018 at 12:01 am
Posted In: The Races of Humanity

The Neko culture was based in Los Angeles for centuries, after the Japanese evacuated the Home Islands during the Fall of Japan. The Neko spread out all over the worlds in time, but their center was Los Angeles. The vast majority of them wore prosthetics or makeup to obtain the desired effect, and could return to their normal human life whenever they wished, with no one the wiser. But the most fanatical Nekos have used full gengineering to permanently change their bodies for centuries. They have become catlike in looks and genes, and they have had children. Most of them died, along with millions of other people, when the Shang brought a piece of Yosemite Station down on Los Angeles. Considering their views on genetic manipulation of humanity, I doubt the Shang cried a single tear over that loss. The surviving Neko cried many tears, I assure you. Then they stood back up and fought, much like the rest of us.

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Japanese Neko

by on March 7, 2018 at 12:01 am
Posted In: The Races of Humanity

I’ve met a few Neko over the years. Not many came up to my neck of the woods for vacations though. I think they like water almost as much as real cats, so they didn’t come up North to enjoy my favorite past times. But I did take field trips in school, and so I got to see Los Angeles and all the crazy people there. It was something else to see a pack of Neko go by. I’d seen them on screen, you understand, but I don’t think I fully realized just how real they were until I saw them in the flesh. Fur? Whatever. I’d never been into furries before, but I have to admit that my teenage hormones kicked in rather well at the sight of a few of them. Especially the ones with functional tails. They gave me a few sleepless nights, let me tell you.

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Japanese Neko

by on March 6, 2018 at 12:01 am
Posted In: The Races of Humanity

The Japanese fascination with mixing animal traits with humanity goes back centuries, to when they still lived on the Japanese Home Islands. They would dress up in animal costumes called kigurumi, or wore prosthesis that gave them similar animal appearances. And they would dress up as major characters from entertainment franchises in what was called cosplay. Makeup to improve the looks became new art forms in many parts of Japanese culture. They held contests over who could do it best, and attended conventions where thousands of participants showed off their talents. Some even had cosmetic surgery to make themselves appear permanently like their chosen characters or animals. And some took even more radical gene therapies once they became available. The Fall of Japan signaled the end of that lifestyle in the Home Islands, but it lived on in New Japan.

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Medical Marvels

by on March 5, 2018 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

My uncle has Parkinson’s Disease. He’s been slowly getting worse over the last few years. This year is his year of no return, the time in which life has become…not good. But someone he knew had an operation done that made him able to live again, and so my uncle came up to the Mayo Clinic to get that procedure.

It starts with the doctors drilling a hole in his head and pushing a spike through his brain. I’m certain they explain it much nicer, but that’s what I thought when I saw the X-Ray. That was last week. This week, they performed another surgery to install the batteries. The plan as I understand it is to electrically stimulate the mind to override the Parkinson’s tremors.

As you may guess, this is a rather involved medical procedure that no man recovers from instantly. But the things we can do with modern medicine are surely amazing. If this works, a man who maintained a campground until mere years ago, before losing the ability to even walk in a straight line without random muscle spasms, will soon walk straight again.

It is amazing what we have created as a people. The things we make to allow us to live beyond the frailties of our bodies. We are in an age of medical marvels, and we should feel thankful that we have lived to see such.

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Hello, my name is Charles

by on March 4, 2018 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

My friends and I grew up knowing that it was our destiny to be kings of the universe. We had no rivals. No equals. Everything and everyone belonged to us. Thank God we learned enough of the truth to keep ourselves from becoming drunk on that kind of power. It is my great sorrow most of my cousins drank too much from that cup. They never questioned our right to rule, or our position in the worlds, and so my actions came as a great surprise to them. They called me traitor and worse. They never understood what I did. They did not wish to. Their eyes would not see. Their minds could not understand that I acted for all of humanity.

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