pointed—like those of a piranha. They gleamed red. They were
carved from rubies.
Dr Oz’s gaze swept the gathered
thousands and a total silence descended in a swift rippling wave—so that a clichéd
pin would have made a cacophony. Oz gesticulated at the people before him, and
his glass suit tinkled. “Welcome, O my brothers and sisters,” came a
rich, rolling voice—the voice of an operatic singer, or maybe a classical
Shakespearean actor. It was a voice that was a touch misplaced, almost out of
synch with the vision of the ordinary man at the platinum podium. And yet,
everybody present knew that one of the unique factors which set Dr Oz
apart was that he did not do biomods. He did not use his own vanity mods
on his own physical frame. He didn’t “dick with his own slime/ you don’t need
that grime”, as back-street slang-dreg children chorused.
“We find ourselves at a
cross-roads of a technological highway. We find ourselves at a junction: a
junction where one path leads down the road to salvation, to a bright future
for the human and alien races of this planet, to a new Eden! And yet, down the
second road lies a dark and dormant future, a junk-like representation of Toxic
Hell... where technology falters, atrophies, fails, and the human races and
alien species wither and regress to the primordial soup from which they first
crawled.
“Now, all of us, those gathered
here today, and those out on the streets, in the skyscrapers and cubeblocks—all
can see these two roads, and they can see them clearly. NanoTek leads the
silver-bright path to salvation, and the pirates drag us kicking and screaming
down into the Toxic Furnace. What confuses me, friends, is that we are
slipping; sliding slowly down the Dark Path... and we allow ourselves to
be dragged by using the pirated biomods which have so recently flooded the
streets, the markets, the Quad-Gal Net—in an uncontrollable tidal wave of abuse
and immoral deviation!”
Dr Oz paused to take a sip from a
glass of NanoTek SterileW™ self-purifying water. When the glass touched down on
the podium, there was a tiny clink.
“Now, NanoTek have fashioned a
proposal for The City World Council, and I think you will agree it is a very
important proposal. At NanoTek we have been working hard on the VitaMod Triple
C additives which we propose be added to water supplies of this fine global
city. Like fluoride and calcium before it, this additive would enter a general
consumer system, a mass-absorbed agent base which would bring en-masse benefits
for the whole of organic kind! Think about it... Triple C—anti-cholesterol,
anti-cancer and anti-canker biomods which would become a regular systemic
additive. On a global scale! Free to all! Think about it... a world
where the majority are protected wholesale from diseases and conditions which
have afflicted mankind and alien species from the earliest of times. Think
about it... the right choice for all our mingled species! The right choice in order
to promote the longevity of so many citizens of this noble city!”
Dr Oz took a step back.
Applause and cheers thundered
around Joker’s Hall.
Dr Oz took a small bow. “Questions?”
“Sir, Daily Fuzz. Shouldn’t
we have a choice in this matter? A choice whether we consume NanoTek’s biomod
technology in our very water supply?”
“A choice? Whether you live or
die?” Oz laughed. A cold laugh. “What sensible choice is that, boy? Another
question?”
“Dr Oz, The Weekly Vulva. I’m
not being funny, but what’s in it for the aliens? Your biomod is aimed 80/20 at
the human and human derived species. There’s a lot of other flesh out there!
You seem to be pandering to the largest common denominator and practically
ignoring the alien minorities!”
Dr Oz smiled. “The Triple C
additives would be a simple pioneer of the technology. As you know, all biomods
are linked to the GreenSource Mainframe and can be subtly
carved from rubies.
Dr Oz’s gaze swept the gathered
thousands and a total silence descended in a swift rippling wave—so that a clichéd
pin would have made a cacophony. Oz gesticulated at the people before him, and
his glass suit tinkled. “Welcome, O my brothers and sisters,” came a
rich, rolling voice—the voice of an operatic singer, or maybe a classical
Shakespearean actor. It was a voice that was a touch misplaced, almost out of
synch with the vision of the ordinary man at the platinum podium. And yet,
everybody present knew that one of the unique factors which set Dr Oz
apart was that he did not do biomods. He did not use his own vanity mods
on his own physical frame. He didn’t “dick with his own slime/ you don’t need
that grime”, as back-street slang-dreg children chorused.
“We find ourselves at a
cross-roads of a technological highway. We find ourselves at a junction: a
junction where one path leads down the road to salvation, to a bright future
for the human and alien races of this planet, to a new Eden! And yet, down the
second road lies a dark and dormant future, a junk-like representation of Toxic
Hell... where technology falters, atrophies, fails, and the human races and
alien species wither and regress to the primordial soup from which they first
crawled.
“Now, all of us, those gathered
here today, and those out on the streets, in the skyscrapers and cubeblocks—all
can see these two roads, and they can see them clearly. NanoTek leads the
silver-bright path to salvation, and the pirates drag us kicking and screaming
down into the Toxic Furnace. What confuses me, friends, is that we are
slipping; sliding slowly down the Dark Path... and we allow ourselves to
be dragged by using the pirated biomods which have so recently flooded the
streets, the markets, the Quad-Gal Net—in an uncontrollable tidal wave of abuse
and immoral deviation!”
Dr Oz paused to take a sip from a
glass of NanoTek SterileW™ self-purifying water. When the glass touched down on
the podium, there was a tiny clink.
“Now, NanoTek have fashioned a
proposal for The City World Council, and I think you will agree it is a very
important proposal. At NanoTek we have been working hard on the VitaMod Triple
C additives which we propose be added to water supplies of this fine global
city. Like fluoride and calcium before it, this additive would enter a general
consumer system, a mass-absorbed agent base which would bring en-masse benefits
for the whole of organic kind! Think about it... Triple C—anti-cholesterol,
anti-cancer and anti-canker biomods which would become a regular systemic
additive. On a global scale! Free to all! Think about it... a world
where the majority are protected wholesale from diseases and conditions which
have afflicted mankind and alien species from the earliest of times. Think
about it... the right choice for all our mingled species! The right choice in order
to promote the longevity of so many citizens of this noble city!”
Dr Oz took a step back.
Applause and cheers thundered
around Joker’s Hall.
Dr Oz took a small bow. “Questions?”
“Sir, Daily Fuzz. Shouldn’t
we have a choice in this matter? A choice whether we consume NanoTek’s biomod
technology in our very water supply?”
“A choice? Whether you live or
die?” Oz laughed. A cold laugh. “What sensible choice is that, boy? Another
question?”
“Dr Oz, The Weekly Vulva. I’m
not being funny, but what’s in it for the aliens? Your biomod is aimed 80/20 at
the human and human derived species. There’s a lot of other flesh out there!
You seem to be pandering to the largest common denominator and practically
ignoring the alien minorities!”
Dr Oz smiled. “The Triple C
additives would be a simple pioneer of the technology. As you know, all biomods
are linked to the GreenSource Mainframe and can be subtly
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