the following is the beginning of a story about the cyborg subspecies I made for the December contest. it’s about the fluffyhutners and the men who made them. 18+ of course you see.
trying out stylized art for this.
FluffyHunter Subspecies: by whackadoo1997 - Fluffy Image Self-Posting - FluffyCommunity
The fluffy hunters: prologue
Row after row of specimen tanks hummed and gurgled as the equipment keeping them functioning went off like clockwork. Each of the creatures within sat in a state of medium rare stillbirth, their bodies perfectly preserved at the exact moment of death. for this entire generation of modified fluffies had all perished at the same moment in time. Their creators stood in front of them, exasperated screaming at each other till they were blood red in the face.
Dr Erik Vanskyock was One of two lead directors of the Fluffy hunter project, his co-director was Dr. Francis Kent. Both of these men had a professional life that practically mirrored one another, both were graduates of ivy League universities, and both had majored in cybernetics and even taken courses in genetics. But at this moment they were now enemies, for one spite filled error made in bad faith had killed 2500 hours of hard work. Kent, letting his emotions get the better of him, intentionally fouled up the control system as a means of getting back at his director, taking umbrage to his earnest criticism and advice.
“YOU FUCKING MISERABLE CUNT! HOW IN THE NAME OF GOD DO YOU MISINTERPRET A ORDER OF FOUR TEMPERATURE INCREASE TO 40??? DID YOU GET YOUR DIPLOMA IN A BOX OF CRACKER JACKS?”
“Hey, I’m only following instructions DIRECTOR. I’m only half the brains here, you know”
“ONE LIGHT-HEARTED JAB AT LUNCH DOES NOT GIVE YOU CARTE BLANCHE TO STOP THINKING AND JUST START FILLING OUT INFORMATION WITHOUT FORESIGHT! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST FRANCIS DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW THIS IS GOING TO LOOK? EVERYBODY HERE IS GOING TO LOSE THEIR GODDAMN JOBS BECAUSE OF YOU YOU SELFISH FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!”
“Are you done being emotional?” he gazed at him with a amused smirk, his eyebrows raised in his arms crossed
“ARE YOU DONE BEING THE BASTARD LOVECHILD OF MEDIOCRITY AND IGNORANCE?”
“you’re emotional being emotional again”
Dr Vanskyock’s face went red as the blood rushed through his veins at a dangerously increasing pace “this behavior is why your wife never loved you.”
Before he could do something that could endanger his career and put him in the back of a police cruiser, Dr Kent threw his clipboard across the room and left without saying a single word. To hell with tiger cybernetics, to hell with Dr Vanskyock, and to hell with everybody at this stupid fucking facility and all of their ignorant ponderous behavior. Dr Vanskyockl looked at all of the boiled alive fluffy hunters that he had spent so long and so many sleepless nights working on. All those hours hand splicing DNA and RNA segments just to see them sous vide. He did not, for one second regret a single thing he had said, he was tired of listening to a grown man who was playing up his attitude like a teenage girl. He had no regrets. One of the junior researchers stood there and watched the entire argument go down, her face transfixed in a look of shock. She locked eyes with her superior, who simply stared at her in miserable agreement at the stupidity of the situation, and the futility of what just occurred. “Mandy, if you’d get the rest of the staff together and purge all of these tanks, send them to The processing lab so we can remove all the usable hardware left in them…
She did exactly what he said, and he sat there at his workbench, he looked up at all of the deceased fluffy hunters. Their hides, cooked and tanned. “So long generation C. Time to get back to work on a new batch…”
Dr Kent never came back for any of his belongings, and they were soon shipped to his home. To hell. With the fluffy hunter project. He would find work elsewhere.
The same evening a new generation of vat-grown fluffies were prepped for surgery, to have their necessary limbs and organs removed before they were placed in the maturation vats. Progress would continue no matter what.