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Sidion
Legacy Name: Sidion

The

Cream Telenine
Owner:

Salmonking

Age: 12 years, 4 months, 3 weeks

Born: December 6th, 2011

Adopted: 9 years, 11 months, 5 days ago

Adopted: May 28th, 2014

Statistics

Level: 76
Strength: 189
Defense: 102
Speed: 100
Health: 99
HP: 99/99
Intelligence: 132
Books Read: 127
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Stylist

"So you're sayin' -- I mean, this ain't permanent, is it, Doc?"

The doctor flipped over a page of his chart, looking over his glasses at the man in the chair. He appeared relatively normal; mid-thirties, curly blonde hair, genial grin, a bit overweight, perhaps, his muscular body going slightly to seed. Divorced, the chart said. Lives alone. The company didn't tend to employ those with close families or spouses. "It's just too early to tell, Mr. Porter. Tell me again how long you've been working with Genetech?"

"'Bout three years now, I guess." He'd had to stop and count under his breath, the doctor noted.

"And when did you first start noticing these -- symptoms?"

"S'hard t'say, I s'pose." The man blinked earnestly at him. "See, it runs in my family, like. Most've us're were-somethin's. Were-dogs, were-cats. Had an uncle I heard w's a sheep a couple times. But it ain't s'posed t'happen this much, is what I'm sayin'. Us'ally like five days a month, it comes on. This's been like two weeks 'is las' time. 'Mean, I wouldn' mind it, but I gotta pay rent, y'know, 'n it just ain't quite as easy when you ain't got thumbs -- somethin' wrong, Doc?"

He finished signing the intake paperwork, stamping a large X in the appropriate column. "Not at all, Mr., ah --"

"You c'n jus' call me Sid, Doc. Everybody does."

"Mr. Sid." The doctor handed him the form. "Sign here, please."

Sid did as he was asked. They were good at employing people who did that, too. "What's 'is for?"

"It's a consent waiver. We're going to start an immediate treatment regimen for you. Highly experimental, but -- well, to be honest, Mr. Porter, you're far from the first case we've seen from your company. I think you'll be pleased with the results. Everyone else has been." Or so they speculated, the doctor reflected with a smile. Most of them hadn't been able to talk afterward.

He tore off the bottom portion of the sheet. "For now, I want you to continue going to work whenever possible. I'll be speaking with your supervisors about your exposure to the zapper and fragmentizer rays. You're to fill this prescription as soon as possible, and then report to the address listed on the sheet for additional followup testing. One week. Is that clear?"

Sid nodded, cowed into silence by the white coat and the pleasant smile. The doctor's heart thrilled a little as his thumb closed around the bottom corner of the paper. "Yessir."

After the man had left, anxiously clutching his hardhat in his hand as he headed off to another day of work at the facility, the doctor locked his office door and picked up the phone, dialing briefly.

"It's me. Yes. Another lycanthrope. He's stationed currently in Zapper Test Chamber DX-0014. We're going to try tripling his exposure this time. I want him on double shifts, and he's on 150 milligrams. Give it one week and the results should be permanent.

"What species? From what I can tell, I'd say Telenine."