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The Day They Walked

In 1972, a groundbreaking discovery by Herbert Boyer and Stanley Cohen in genetic engineering, where they created the first transgenic organisms by inserting a resistance gene into an E. coli plasmid, sparked both immense scientific excitement and public backlash. While many hailed it as a monumental step forward, others protested, fearing humanity was "playing God." Amidst this controversy, Jeremy Karlson, a renowned paleontologist, recognized the profound potential of Boyer and Cohen's work. He saw it as a means to achieve something unprecedented: bringing dinosaurs back to life. Jeremy, accompanied by his wealthy step-brother Jake, who offered to fully fund the ambitious project, met with Boyer and Cohen. Jeremy revealed that during an expedition in Alaska, his team had discovered a perfectly preserved, 17,000-year-old juvenile dire wolf with intact organs, from which they successfully extracted degraded DNA. He believed that with Boyer and Cohen's expertise in transgenic technology, they could use this DNA, and by extension, potentially dinosaur DNA, to resurrect extinct creatures. Initially hesitant and skeptical of the audacious proposition, Boyer and Cohen were eventually swayed by Jeremy's unwavering confidence and the sheer magnitude of the idea. With Jake's financial backing and Jeremy's bold vision, they agreed to collaborate. The project, estimated to take four to five years, aimed to apply the nascent field of genetic engineering to the realm of paleontology, promising to reshape the world in an unimaginable way. As they left, Jeremy mused that when their success became public, the world would be irrevocably divided.
Daoist9KZjke · 250 Views

Assassin Tycoon: Slay, Earn and Upgrade With The CoreCoin System

How does it feel to lose your parents at the tender age of four? Imagine the trauma, the psychological scars. Now, take it a step further—what if they died right in front of you? That was Kael’s reality. As a young boy, he watched his parents perish while desperately protecting a golden coin. At the time, Kael had no idea of its significance. He only knew that their deaths were tied to it. Fleeing from his father’s murderers, he was forced to survive on the unforgiving streets, learning to fight, steal, and endure. Twelve years later, he had transformed into one of the deadliest assassins the world had ever known. He had no official title. No known employer. No traceable identity. Just a calling card. They called him The Coin Flipper. Not because he left his mark, but because after every kill—just as the body hit the ground, as the last breath escaped—he would flip a coin. No one knew why. Some believed it was mockery, a cruel reminder that fate had turned against them. Others thought it was ritual. But what they didn’t know was that each coin held power—literal currency of the Core System embedded in Kael’s soul. Every kill earned him millions. Digital fortunes funneled into off-grid accounts with each confirmed target. Blood turned into bounty, pain into profit. And one thing was certain: if you saw the glint of a coin spinning through the air, death had already found you. --- [System Initialization Complete] [Welcome, Holder of CoreCoin.] [Synchronizing Soul Signature…] [Access Level: Alpha Root.]
Peterson_89 · 23.4K Views

เราต่างเดินทางมาคนละแผนที่ (We All Walk With Different Maps)

เรื่องราวเริ่มต้นด้วย "ภู" (ภูกานต์) เด็กชาย ม.5 จากต่างจังหวัดที่ได้รับทุนมาเรียนที่กรุงเทพฯ. ภูรู้สึกว่าตัวเอง "ธรรมดาเกินไป" เมื่อเทียบกับเพื่อนร่วมชั้นที่มีความสามารถโดดเด่นและฐานะทางบ้านที่ดี. เขารู้สึกกดดันกับการพยายามเป็น "คนเก่ง" ตลอดเวลา. ภูได้พบกับ "ทีน่า" (ธีรดา) เด็กสาวสายศิลป์ที่ชอบวาดภาพและไม่ค่อยพูดเรื่องครอบครัว. ทีน่าเป็นคนพูดน้อยแต่ใจดี. ภาพวาดของทีน่ามักจะเป็นภาพเหนือจริงที่สื่อถึง "ความรู้สึกที่พูดไม่ได้" และความสัมพันธ์ที่ไม่สมบูรณ์ในครอบครัวของเธอ. อีกคนหนึ่งคือ "แบงค์" (ธนพล) เพื่อนร่วมห้องของภูที่ดูร่าเริงและเป็นที่รักของทุกคน. แต่ภูได้เห็นแบงค์ร้องไห้อย่างเงียบๆ ใต้สะพานลอย เพราะความกดดันและความคาดหวังสูงจากพ่อที่อยากให้เขาเป็นหมอ. เหตุการณ์นี้ทำให้ภูเข้าใจว่าแม้แต่คนที่ดูแข็งแกร่งก็สามารถร้องไห้ได้. ทั้งสามคนเริ่มสนิทกันมากขึ้นและเรียนรู้ที่จะเข้าใจความเจ็บปวดที่ไม่มีคะแนนวัดได้. ภูเริ่มตั้งคำถามถึงความหมายของการเป็น "คนเก่ง" และความฝันที่คนอื่นคาดหวังจากเขา. ในที่สุด แม่ของภูเข้าโรงพยาบาลกะทันหัน ทำให้ภูต้องเลือกระหว่างการสอบชิงทุนไปต่างประเทศกับการกลับไปดูแลแม่. เขาตัดสินใจกลับลำปาง และแม่ได้บอกเขาว่าเธอไม่ได้อยากให้เขาเป็นคนเก่งที่สุด แต่แค่อยากให้เขาไม่ต้องลำบาก. เรื่องราวลงท้ายด้วยการที่ตัวละครทั้งสามคนได้เรียนรู้ที่จะยอมรับและเข้าใจตัวเองมากขึ้น โดยตระหนักว่า "การไม่รู้จะเดินทางไหน" ไม่ใช่เรื่องแย่เสมอไป แต่อาจเป็นจุดเริ่มต้นของการเป็นตัวเองอย่างแท้จริง.
THE_BEAM · 2.7K Views

Grind-to-Cash System: Buy SSS Skills to Spam them Infinitely with Cash

"They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.” (Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.) You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing? The MC who never laughs. Never feels. Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence. He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.” He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.” He never flinches, never laughs, never lives — And you call that strength? Funny. Because to me? That’s just a prison in disguise. You see an “alpha.” I see a boy too scared to feel anything real. While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice, I’m already making the Saintess scream, drenched in sin, halo cracked, legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her. And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control. I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh. I didn’t need to dominate her mind — I freed her heart. But that scares people, doesn’t it? Because readers trust the ones who suffer. Who stay quiet. Who kill without blinking and love without showing it. But me? I flirt. I laugh. I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry. I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness. I weaponize mine. Pleasure. Connection. Laughter. That’s my arsenal. And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves, Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems, I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again. You call that luck? Nah. That’s mastery of the three worlds. Because in a world that respects coldness, I came in hot. Where others manipulate, I connect. Where they posture, I play. Where they sacrifice, I seduce. So go ahead. Call me a simp. But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny, I’m the one making goddesses question theirs — with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets. I’m not the hero. Not the villain. I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.
Idiocrat · 118.2K Views

cartel cats: real life advice on how to walk the line

Soft kitty, cartel kitty, Little ball of fur— Sneaks across the border, With a bag of... purr. Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, Counting all that cash, DEA comes knocking, Kitty makes a dash. If Jim Parsons sang this version on *The Big Bang Theory*, Sheldon would probably say, "Penny, I asked for comfort, not a federal investigation!" My cartel cat was prowling by the border wall, Kept watch so long, poor kitty took a fall— Bumped kitty… ohhh Bumped kitty… Just a friendly little cat. My cartel cat was hiding in a secret flat, Waited so long, poor kitty got trapped— Trapped kitty… ohhh Bumped, trapped kitty… Just a friendly little cat. My cartel cat was running from the DEA, Ran so fast, poor kitty lost his way— Lost kitty… ohhh Bumped, trapped, lost kitty… Just a friendly little cat. My cartel cat was counting all the cash, Stacked so high, poor kitty made a dash— Rich kitty… ohhh Bumped, trapped, lost, rich kitty… Just a friendly little cat. My neighbor saw my kitty with a bag of snow, I said to my neighbor, "Let my kitty go!" Free kitty… Bumped, trapped, lost, rich, free kitty… Just a friendly little cat. My cartel cat tried to hide in a sombrero, But sneezed so loud, blew his cover, oh no! Sneezy kitty… ohhh Sneezy, free kitty… Just a friendly little cat. My cartel cat took a nap on a pile of cash, Dreamed of tuna, woke up with a stash— Sleepy kitty… ohhh Sneezy, free, sleepy kitty… Just a friendly little cat. My cartel cat tried to bribe the border guard, Offered a fish, but got caught off guard— Caught kitty… ohhh Sneezy, free, sleepy, caught kitty… Just a friendly little cat. My cartel cat escaped with a clever plan, Rode a llama, now he's the man— Llama kitty… ohhh Sneezy, free, sleepy, caught, llama kitty… Just a friendly little cat. Here, kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty! For more about Jim Parsons, visit his official site: [https://www.jimparsons.com](https://www.jimparsons.com) For *The Big Bang Theory* show, visit: [https://www.cbs.com/shows/big_bang_theory/](https://www.cbs.com/shows/big_bang_theory/I if this book changes even one life then it was worth it I need help https://photos.app.goo.gl/67B1XKnbaEnRj7rB7
CartelTa209 · 13.3K Views
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