The creation of the Mycojelly Dogs is patented and sold as a therapy / safety device for Bad Luckers, and to people of Pax Humanis working on controlling episodes of explosive temper. Each "animal" carefully created and programmed for each person's special needs. And the Time is just rolling in by the centuries!
@internutter/challenge-03192-h283-a-bad-luckers-best-friend -- Anon Guest
TM&TT was a corporation almost fully funded by the CRC. There was a life cycle with the circulating funds, because one of TM&TT's founding principals was to donate all profits to the Cogniscent Rights Comittee. Because no cogniscent ever deserved to be alone.
They made tailored Augments for those who needed them. They also made Mycojelly dogs for the chronic Bad Luckers. Those who could not be near anybody else because they were ground zero for unfortunate events.
Trouble Magnets generally loved the Mycojelly dogs, but now there was a special request.
"Can you make a Mycojelly cat? I really prefer cats, and I'm not that active..."
It was one of those "Sure no problem" problems that turned out to involve more bioengineering and solution patches than initially assumed. They got the attitude right, but not the affection. They corrected the affection and missed the personality. And so on.
Which meant continued jiggery pokery via virtual interfaces.
Gengineer Rumi fiddled about with gene sequences like they were putting together a truly complicated puzzle. "No... if I do that, the fuzz goes away, and he wants a really fluffy pet."
"At least the skeletal substructure's no problem. That's been printed and ready for a month," said Roboticist Kuam as they watched the work through their eyescreen. "What if you twisted that one the other way."
"Dead cat," sighed Rumi.
CRC Agent Jayz said, "What if you built the cat from scratch?"
It was one of those moments of silence where genuine geniuses realise that they'd been idiots the entire time.
"Oh Powers flakkin' damnit! I've been a MORON!" Rumi scrapped their work in progress and went on a ranting tour of the room. "Stop trying to turn a dog into a cat, turning a sow's ear into a silk purse is easier[1]!"
Jayz handed Rumi the Dammit Doll[2]. "Let it all out safely."
"This is you, gene sequences! AAAAAUGH!" Thwack thwack thwack thwack thwack...
One cup of tea later, they were back on track with a fresh start.
[1] Scientists have already done this during the 1980's.
[2] Here's a little dolly you cannot do without/ When you feel the need to rant and rave and shout/ Just grab the dolly by the legs, against the table slam it/ And as you knock the stuffing out yell, Dammit Dammit Dammit!
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