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Woman: Monqy88
Snake: Sessav

Katerine lay in bed, in pain. She'd hurt unbearably ever since her car accident fourteen months ago. The physiotherapy was hard, long and painful. She wondered if perhaps most of the therapists were ex-dungeon torturers. She hoped every day to feel better but little had changed since the accident except that the drunk who hit her had gotten off thanks to an over-priced lawyer and her own checkered history. While she lay, half asleep in pain, she heard voices. One she recognized as her physician but the other was a total unknown.

"Look," said the unknown voice. "She can hardly move. Her spine is fused in several places. She's in obvious pain. Why not giver her the choice?"
"It's too risky, too experimental. Gene splice modification is not proven. I won't sanction it." Her doctor's emphatic voice.
"She's adult. It's her choice really. I'll put it to her if you won't. We've got to try."
"It could kill her or worse," came the reply Matrine had dreaded.
"It works in all the animal models without problem. This would be the first human trial, true enough. But we've got to take that step sometime."
"Not here. Not with my patient. I'll get sued."
"Transfer her to me and I'll get sued," came the cold response.
"Have you really forgotten all that 'Do No Harm' we learned in university."
"This will help. I know it will!" Katrine stirred painfully.
"Ah," said her doctor. "You're awake."
"As much as the painkillers and muscle relaxants let me be," she responded drily.
"Who's your friend?"
"Katrine, this is Dr. Tedrius. He's in research."
"I hear you have a new torture for me?" she snapped.
"Not torture. A treatment," came the quiet response.
"New painkiller? New exercise? I've had them all."
"Neither. Genetic restructuring of your back muscles and bones. To free them up and let them move. No more pain."
"I don't understand." she groused.
"Simple. Snakes are supple. Most flexible joints on Earth. We steal the gene codons for that flexibility and have nanites implant it in your back muscle and bone cells. A quick drink of the activation serum and the new genes take over. Your joints become more mobile and the pressure on your pain nerves decreases. The pain stops."
"So what's the catch?"
"It hasn't been tried before," interrupted her doctor. "I can't let you consider this. It's too unproven."
"It has worked on hundreds of animal models. No side-effects at all."
"What have I to lose?" Katrine asked. "I hurt all over. I can't move. It couldn't be any worse."
"It could, though. It might kill you or make the damage worse. If you stick with the physio, you'll be up and about in a few months."
"Promised and not delivered every month for the last five," she smiled.
"Well, you've got to try ..."
"I have tried! Tried everything! Doctor, I want this. Nothing else!"

She was transferred to the research wing two days later over Dr. Highums considerable protest. The first part of the treatment seemed pretty much the same stuff as usual. Three days after her transfer, she was strapped to a bed and an intravenous drip started. The straps were to reduce the damage should she have muscle spasms once the treatment started. Three long boring hours later, the intravenous was stopped and she was allowed to go back to her room. With no change in pain or mobility. So much for research, Katrine thought sadly.

The next day and the next and the one after that all followed the same routine. Long hours with cold fluid dripping into her veins and no change. The fifth day of the treatment proved different though. She was anesthetized and scanned by some strange machine. She wasn't supposed to be awake but she was still partially conscious.

“The nanites are in place," reported the technician. "At least most are. We've got some build ups in strange places."
"Signal strength?"
"Not more than a few percent of the main groups. Still, maybe we should send in the hunters to clear them out of her tailbone and legs."
"Can't do it," came the response. "Ethics wants to review and we may lose the hospital permission any time now."
"Could we start slowly? We've never seen these kinds of spurious concentrations, you know."
"Y'know Dean. You're way too cautious. Still, it wouldn't hurt to take it slow, at least for the first while..."

Later that afternoon, Katrine was presented with a strange looking brew. She tried to joke about weird beer but it just didn't seem funny after what she'd heard. The serum, though, worked as promised. Soon she had partial mobility in her lower back and the pain had diminished for the first time in months. The following day, a second dose increased the effect. It was very promising, even excellent but Katrine had had enough pain. When the doctor's weren't looking, she grabbed the flask and a wheelchair and led them on a merry chase. They ended up in the children's playroom three floors down. Katrine had spilled from the wheelchair and lay, groaning in pain, on her back. The flask, miraculously, had remained upright, not spilling a drop. Katrine hefted the flask and was about to swallow when the researcher and his technician came in.

"Don't, for God's sake," he shouted running at her across the long room. "You'll overdose ..."

Katrine took a long swallow.

"That's the concentrate," protested the technician. "It's fifty times more than you were getting."
"What?!" protested the researcher.
"Look!" the technician pointed at Katrine.

Something strange was happening to her legs and back. More supple than she'd been in many months, no longer in pain but considerably longer, Katrine looked down at her new body.

"Noooo!" she shrieked. "I'm a freak!"

Description
Woman: Monqy88
Snake: Sessav

Katerine lay in bed, in pain. She'd hurt unbearably ever since her car accident fourteen months ago. The physiotherapy was hard, long and painful. She wondered if perhaps most of the therapists were ex-dungeon torturers. She hoped every day to feel better but little had changed since the accident except that the drunk who hit her had gotten off thanks to an over-priced lawyer and her own checkered history. While she lay, half asleep in pain, she heard voices. One she recognized as her physician but the other was a total unknown.

"Look," said the unknown voice. "She can hardly move. Her spine is fused in several places. She's in obvious pain. Why not giver her the choice?"
"It's too risky, too experimental. Gene splice modification is not proven. I won't sanction it." Her doctor's emphatic voice.
"She's adult. It's her choice really. I'll put it to her if you won't. We've got to try."
"It could kill her or worse," came the reply Matrine had dreaded.
"It works in all the animal models without problem. This would be the first human trial, true enough. But we've got to take that step sometime."
"Not here. Not with my patient. I'll get sued."
"Transfer her to me and I'll get sued," came the cold response.
"Have you really forgotten all that 'Do No Harm' we learned in university."
"This will help. I know it will!" Katrine stirred painfully.
"Ah," said her doctor. "You're awake."
"As much as the painkillers and muscle relaxants let me be," she responded drily.
"Who's your friend?"
"Katrine, this is Dr. Tedrius. He's in research."
"I hear you have a new torture for me?" she snapped.
"Not torture. A treatment," came the quiet response.
"New painkiller? New exercise? I've had them all."
"Neither. Genetic restructuring of your back muscles and bones. To free them up and let them move. No more pain."
"I don't understand." she groused.
"Simple. Snakes are supple. Most flexible joints on Earth. We steal the gene codons for that flexibility and have nanites implant it in your back muscle and bone cells. A quick drink of the activation serum and the new genes take over. Your joints become more mobile and the pressure on your pain nerves decreases. The pain stops."
"So what's the catch?"
"It hasn't been tried before," interrupted her doctor. "I can't let you consider this. It's too unproven."
"It has worked on hundreds of animal models. No side-effects at all."
"What have I to lose?" Katrine asked. "I hurt all over. I can't move. It couldn't be any worse."
"It could, though. It might kill you or make the damage worse. If you stick with the physio, you'll be up and about in a few months."
"Promised and not delivered every month for the last five," she smiled.
"Well, you've got to try ..."
"I have tried! Tried everything! Doctor, I want this. Nothing else!"

She was transferred to the research wing two days later over Dr. Highums considerable protest. The first part of the treatment seemed pretty much the same stuff as usual. Three days after her transfer, she was strapped to a bed and an intravenous drip started. The straps were to reduce the damage should she have muscle spasms once the treatment started. Three long boring hours later, the intravenous was stopped and she was allowed to go back to her room. With no change in pain or mobility. So much for research, Katrine thought sadly.

The next day and the next and the one after that all followed the same routine. Long hours with cold fluid dripping into her veins and no change. The fifth day of the treatment proved different though. She was anesthetized and scanned by some strange machine. She wasn't supposed to be awake but she was still partially conscious.

“The nanites are in place," reported the technician. "At least most are. We've got some build ups in strange places."
"Signal strength?"
"Not more than a few percent of the main groups. Still, maybe we should send in the hunters to clear them out of her tailbone and legs."
"Can't do it," came the response. "Ethics wants to review and we may lose the hospital permission any time now."
"Could we start slowly? We've never seen these kinds of spurious concentrations, you know."
"Y'know Dean. You're way too cautious. Still, it wouldn't hurt to take it slow, at least for the first while..."

Later that afternoon, Katrine was presented with a strange looking brew. She tried to joke about weird beer but it just didn't seem funny after what she'd heard. The serum, though, worked as promised. Soon she had partial mobility in her lower back and the pain had diminished for the first time in months. The following day, a second dose increased the effect. It was very promising, even excellent but Katrine had had enough pain. When the doctor's weren't looking, she grabbed the flask and a wheelchair and led them on a merry chase. They ended up in the children's playroom three floors down. Katrine had spilled from the wheelchair and lay, groaning in pain, on her back. The flask, miraculously, had remained upright, not spilling a drop. Katrine hefted the flask and was about to swallow when the researcher and his technician came in.

"Don't, for God's sake," he shouted running at her across the long room. "You'll overdose ..."

Katrine took a long swallow.

"That's the concentrate," protested the technician. "It's fifty times more than you were getting."
"What?!" protested the researcher.
"Look!" the technician pointed at Katrine.

Something strange was happening to her legs and back. More supple than she'd been in many months, no longer in pain but considerably longer, Katrine looked down at her new body.

"Noooo!" she shrieked. "I'm a freak!"