Homo Superior 3

We got into the house and locked the door behind us. We left the key in the lock for Steve. We ran up the stairs not giving a shit if we woke up the geeks that were in house. We ran up and to the top floor, Mike fumbled with the key to our lounge. We walked over to the computer and switched it on; as soon as we could we connected the broadband connection and pushed the CD into the drive. We copied the program over and activated it; it took a few minutes to load up. We went onto the Internet, going to a site that Mike wanted to check out. We opened the member’s login and the program automatically filled in the sign in form. We hit the enter button and for a moment though that the program was a dud, however, after a few seconds a page opened and gave us a list of films to download. Mike set it up to download a film called ‘Cowboys gone wild’.

We went to our rooms I looked at the timetable that was on my desk. I had my first lecture at 10-12am. I set my alarm clock on the small table next to my bed to wake me at 8:45 enough time to get up and find my way to the ‘Watkins Building’ where all my lectures were held. I slept like a log. I woke up at 8:30, without the aid of the alarm clock.

I got washed and went out onto the balcony and had a smoke sitting in the metal chair, which was surprisingly comfortable. When I was done I stubbed out the butt end and left it in the ashtray. I walked back into the room and grabbed my map and timetable. I went downstairs into the main kitchen, it was modern. With white walls, white Formica countertops and cupboards. The fridge and freezer was stainless steel matching with the metal sink, there was an electric hob set into the countertops. Generally it was a dull room, which seemed to fit in with the dull people, with the exception of Mike, and I hoped myself. It took a little exploration to find where everything was kept.

I went into the fridge and took a bottle of milk labelled ‘Gordy’ I took out a bowl and poured some cereal. I presumed that by the lack of a name it was a communal box. I sat in peace at the plain white table, with six boring beige covered chairs. When I finished I dumped the bowl and spoon in the metal sink. I walked out of the house and headed up the garden path, I found a small pathway, which had been cut through the conifers that made the huge fence. I walked out onto the open fields that surrounded the buildings, over in the distance I could see other students walking into buildings, and some like me had maps in their hands. I followed the map and found the ‘Watkins building’ it was a grey stone face building. I walked in and looked at the floor plan that was located in the centre of the entrance room. I found lecture room 2B was on the second floor; I went up the stairs and opened the door into 2B. It was a large lecture hall. It was painted a deep green, which was oddly warm and inviting. At the front was a large oak desk and a chair, the rest room was plush chairs behind new pine desks that seemed to have been freshly planted into the room. I could have sworn that the sent of sawdust still hung in the room. There were already some other students sat in the room, a group of lanky well-dressed students were at one of the tables. At another there was, well for lack of a better term a jock. He was taller then me and well built, with brown hair spiked, and deep hazel eyes. I walked over to the jock and tapped him on his firm shoulder. 

“Hey mind if I sit here?”
The jock looked me over.
“No mate with pleasure”
I sat down
“Hi my names Sam”
“I’m Nick, so looks like I'm not going to surrounded by the bookworms and scientists, for the next six years”
“No I guess not” I laughed with him. He was hot, but there wasn’t the glint in his eyes that happens when a guy was hitting on you. I knew that he was straight.
“So Nick, why are you taking genetics, I mean, no offence but you don’t strike me as the type to be taking a science”

“Well, I’m interested in genetics so I just thought that I would take it, plus don’t let this exterior fool you, I can be just as much of a geek as anyone in here, when I want to be”
I laughed
“Yeah, well don’t tell anyone but I can be as well”

We laughed together; slowly the room began to fill with people. The majority were your textbook scientist dweebs, there were others who didn’t quite seem to be stereotypical, a couple of Goths sat in the back wearing only black. There was even a skater. And a two other attractive jocks, who seemed to home in on Nick and I. Pete, who was an attractive six foot nothing, average bloke who happened to be smart, blonde with blue eyes, that seemed to delve into the depths of your soul. Frank was as fit as anything; he was six foot two, very muscular and with black hair and brown eyes. We were all soon getting on and chatting in when the door at the side of the room burst open. A balding middle-aged man with a slight beer belly walked into the room. He had the remnants of a head of curly ginger hair, with grey eyes.

“Ok, ok settle down people please”

Silence fell over the room. The man walked over to the desk and sat down; he pulled some papers out from a drawer and put them on the desk.
“Now my name is Professor James. I will be your lecturer for this year. Now I'm going to go through the syllabus for this year, if at the end of the lecture there are any questions please come and see me at the end”

I took out my Dictaphone and set it to record, for the next two full hours this man. Who was quite possibly the most boring man in existence droned on about the course. The only moment that made me look up and pay much attention was the second semesters work on the work of Nathanial Lefay, my father.

When we left the hall at twelve Nick, Pete, Frank and I went into the cafeteria for something to eat. We sat down and ate the lunch and continued to make the small talk that seemed to be going on all through the university. We agreed to meet up at the campus’s own nightclub ‘Neogenic’ at 9. We left and I went back to the house. Things were on the up, it looked like I was going to be all right here. I had what seemed to be a good group of friends, as well as my own fuck buddy Mike. As soon as I got in I went straight upstairs and into my room, I dumped my backpack on the floor and hooked up my laptop to the mains supply. I turned it on and went out onto the balcony, I sparked up a fag and sat looking out, watching as the campus hustled and bustled with activity. I sat for a while with the cigarette and watched and smoked. About half an hour later I walked back into the room and sat down at my desk, I took out my Dictaphone and connected it to my computer. I transferred the data onto my computer. Using a special system that I had installed when I had bought the Dictaphone I translated the audio into a written document. I saved it onto the files that I had created for my course. i got up and went across to the bookshelf and took out one of my books, for the next three hours I sat down and read through several chapters of ‘inferred genetics, the manipulation of genomes and the genetic code’ it was one of my fathers books, he had given it to me as a present when I had shown some interest in genetics. It was an advanced manual on how to manipulate the genetic structure. Although the author’s theories had never been proven valid, the ideas and principles behind his book was pure genius. 

There was a knock at my door, at half past four. I got up and walked to the door. I opened it to see Steve at the door red faced and flustered. 
“Your strong right? I mean you’ve got to help, there’s a group of people trying to take our computer. Please help us, its too expensive don’t let them take it, it was a present from my father”
It was pathetic I know, but his desperation was tweaking at my heartstrings. I shoved him out of the way and ran down the stairs, bounding down then four at a time. Steve was trying his hardest to keep up with me. I ran into the main lounge. 

Four huge, muscular men were trying to disconnect all the cables and take the computer. I coughed and they all looked up at me with their bald, shaved heads gleaming. I stood there nonchalantly.
“Excuse me gentlemen but please put down the computer, its not yours and I dislike common thugs trying to be thieves, you give us proper second story men a bad reputation”
One of the four got up and stood straight in front of me; he was 6’6” and covered in muscles. I could smell the steroids on his breath. Thanks to the improved sense of smell that I had acquired from my arachnid DNA.
“What you going do about it tiny?”
“If I must I will kick you out by your fat arse, you stinking ox”

He swung one of his huge fists at me; I grabbed it and squeezed hard on his fist. His face went red and he buckled onto the floor. Reaching with my other hand I grabbed him by his throat, I lifted him up with a complete lack of effort. The others watched as I walked to the window and opened it, his fist opened, as I let go of it and was bright red. I flung him out of the open window, he landed on the gravel with a thud, and he got up and looked at me in the window. He stopped and then backed down the drive, I spun round as one of the remaining three swung at me. Relying entirely on my instincts I dodged out of the way of his blow, his fist continued on into thin air. I grabbed his arm and flung him over my shoulder and out of the window. The remaining two decided to double-team me. One charged and I kicked him in the chest as he came at me, he backed off winded. The other came in with a series of wild jabs. I backhanded him square across the face, he looked stunned by the strength of the blow. I blew a kiss at him, and with the same hand, punched him in the jaw, he collapsed onto the floor. I turned back on the last guy.

“Take your friend and leave, is that understood?”
“Yes”
He picked up the unconscious guy and walked out of the lounge, I watched as he carried his mate out of the house and down the drive.
All the geeks rushed over to me and started to thank me for what I had done.

“Listen, I didn’t do it to help you, I did it only because they were stealing from this house, and while I'm here no one will steal from this house. Now I’m going back upstairs, so you can go back to whatever techno-geek crap you where doing”

I walked out and headed upstairs back into my room. I went back to my laptop and began to do some work.

Now my dad was a geneticist, but he was also a brilliant computer scientist. My laptop was also slightly more then a standard laptop, it was equipped with advanced programs from my dads office. He didn’t know about the programs that I had installed. However, unofficially he had given me a scanner which scanned my genes, I was to scan myself every other day to keep a check on my genes, as they could still mutate. However, I had linked up several of the programs to work in unison. It mapped my genes and gave them tags to tell me what effect they had on me. I had also began to collect samples from other creatures to map. Everyday the programs would run complex programs while the laptop was on, each day a new animal would be tagged. I used the data from the programs to make a computer model, adding new gene sequences and using the computer to show the effects to my physiology as well as my physical appearance. I had been planning this for months; all I needed was a sample of a retrovirus and a means of producing the sequence that would augment my gene structure. 

I decided that I could have a look round the science labs, there was bound to be something useful in the biology section. Who knew I might even find a retrovirus. I left my room with a data disk with the gene sequence that I intended to add to my own genetic code. I walked across the fields to the huge concrete and steel science department. I walked through to the biology area, into one of the genetics labs, I walked over and looked through the computer inventory, I skimmed the list looking for a retrovirus, as far as I could see there wasn’t one in the inventory. 

I must admit, I was disappointed, but not surprised. I walked out of the building, following a two guys round the corner, not really paying attention to where I was going. I watched as they took out packs of fags and sparked them up, they walked down some steps at the side of the building, well out of the sight of anybody. I walked down the steps, they looked at me.
“Who are you?” said one, with blonde hair and a skinny build
“Sorry to just barge in like this but could I borrow a fag?”

the blonde one took out a fag and threw it to me, I caught it. The other, who was short and had dark black hair held out a lighter. He ignited it and I pushed the fag into the flame, inhaling deeply and starting it burning. I walked away from them, I walked out of sight and jumped silently into the bushes. I waited until they had walked away and crept back to the steps, I walked down them and looked at the door, which the pair had been leaning against. There was no sign, no means of knowing what was on the other side. I took out the small rod of metal from my pocket, my skeleton key, I never left home without it. I worked quietly until the door clasp opened. I shut the door behind me, turned on the light. In front of me was spare equipment, from all the departments. I had been correct, this was a storeroom, in here was everything I needed to set up a lab of my own, now all I needed was a location. I walked around the storeroom. In one of the corners I found a metal grate, it lead down to the old sewer system that ran below the university. The system was out of use, with the more modern sewer system now in use since the university had been built. I opened the grate and dropped into the brick tunnels, using my enhanced sight even in the darkness of the tunnels I could see. I wandered through the tunnels until I found a huge room, there were power lines running on the wall. The box that regulated the flow was active so the power lines must be active as well.

It took me several weeks to set up the lab, I took things from many of the departments store rooms, so the missing stuff would be hard to detect, I networked the computers and equipment, though my skills were limited soon the lab was online and operational, powered by the electric grid, totally undetectable from the power company, it appeared that the power was draining out of the grid. Now my experiments could begin.