Genetic Computer Tech App

IGN - Vale
Byond User - Sykon1010
Alignment - Neutral
Race - Tsujin(Head Scientist)
Tech - Genetics computer

Laying on his back, after a long day of training, he sighed softly. He had met Momo in a small village, south east of the center of this luxorious planet. It had so many Resources, it wasn't even funny to think how he managed to get even a small portion of them from the ground with his drill. But even with the hidden riches, there was so much to be seen above the ground. Fluorescent light, from the sun, which was angled at the perfect position, as to cast just enough of it's rays onto the Planet.

The blue sky was tantalizing, but it wasn't really blue. It wasn array of blue, and red. Molecules in the air scatter blue light from the sun, more than they scatter red light. When you look at the sun when it' ssetting, you can see the red and orange, because the blue light has been scattered out and away from your line of sight. At least that's what he deduced.  There was plenty Oxygen in the air as well! Really nice.

He deduced that Oxygen was one of the most abundant elements on this Planet! At least in the top three, he couldn't deduct which one. The atmosphere alone was roughly 21, or 22% Oxygen, which was an impressive feat alone. He had researched this thoroughly as well. Cyanobacteria, or rather blue-green algae. Microbes that conduct photosynthesis using sunshine, water, and carbon dioxide. They produce Carbohydrates, and Oxygen in abundance. Most Humans mistake the trees to produce Oxygen, and they do but not nearly as much as the Cyanobacteria.

Genetics really change the flow of a Planet's growth. Which was an interesting subject to research.  He wasn't really too savvy when it came to all of that, however, and fell behind on the subject.

From what he deduced, Genetics is a subject based around Molecules, or DNA. DNA stands for Deoxyribonucleic Acid.  It's what defines each, and every person on this planet, each set of DNA is unique to that one person. It was a little crazy, when you sat and thought about it. There were so many combinations of DNA on Earth, alone it could rival a Solar Systems Planets, and Asteroids! Just think about all of the DNA from each and every single living organism in the Universe. Catacylsmicly large in contrast to everything else.

Changes in the DNA of cells in multicellular organisms produce variations in the charistarestics of a species. Probably explains why Tsujins have more brain, and Saiyans are more brawny. A good theory to test, certainly. And he had a subject in mind. A Saiyan, a very powerful one, named Momochi. Though he preferred the title Mister Momo, or just Momo. Whatever the case, he asked about such a device to... Fix himself? Whatever the case, Vale was going to do what he could within his power to grant him his wish. Science is an outlet, for such things after all.

Sighing, he pushed off the plush green ground, sitting himself up, looking around. His ship was behind him, Momo was on it, in his training room with the Gravity blasting 21x. Heavy heavy. But regardless, Vale had work to be done. Kneeling a little bit, he arched his knees, and planted the heels of his feet onto the ground hard, to allow him to sit up, and align his body up straight, looking around. He stretched up to the sky, and popped his back, as he slowly moved towards the Ship.

The first step onto the ramp leading into his ship was always a tad annoying. The surface of it was too rough, and hard. Metal always way. He sighed, scratching the back of his head. "I need to cushion this thing. But I guess it wouldn't be too practical," He shook his head, moving up and into the ship. The interior of his dock was however, cushioned, and a lot softer than the loading ramp. He stomped his feet a bit, smiling. "This is so much better!" He exclaimed, jumping a few times. He moved past the unloading dock of his ship, and into a door behind it, walking through it.

The tile floor was mopped recently, but he would have to do it again soon.  Though most people are curteous and wipe their feet before entering. He moved along, to the left, brushing along the rough wall as he went. He turned the corridor, and poked his head into the bed chambers. Multiple beds, a red linen couch, a desk with an open book, and a half empty pop can. The humans were all slumbering in their bed, all four of them. He chuckled at the thought of their dreams, before slowly closing the door. He wouldn't wake them. He loved the floor of the Bed Chambers, because it was a blue, starlit carpet. His favorite!

He continued down the corridor, and slid the door open to his training chamber.  Momo was sleeping on the floor, in the center of the gravity enhanced room. He was an odd one, but he felt like It would be beneficial to help this man, with whatever he needed. He was truly powerful. And having powerful allies? Definitely a plus. The regenerators seemed so empty, however. But he supposed everyone who was board the ship were sleeping. So It definitely should be like this.  He closed the door, after leaving. Only a few doors were like this one, it closed with a mechanical clasp, and slid into the walls when it opened. Really casual.

He rushed his way down the hallway, and went to the right. He was making haste. He poked his head into the Kitchen. Nothing there but a few bags of apples, water, the tables and chairs. Nothing special. Shrugging, he moved past, and went into the room where he would be conducting his work.  His research lab.  The lab had one large desk, along the top wall, full of books, research projects, of the like.  It had Medical Scanners strung about the place. He had a few beakers, and what not along the desk as well, with a lone book open. It was a research book for Genetics. He was already looking into the subject, as Momo had asked him. He wasn't to keen on it, but if anyone could do it. He believed he could.

He sat down at his desk, and pulled over some wiring. He had to think really hard on this. He knew that he couldn't inherently force the change of Genetics The person wanting the change has to emotionally want it, and physically strive towards it. Those were the basic guidelines to changing one's Genetic Makeup. You can't just change it outright like that. Maybe some day, but for now he had to work with what he had. He pulled over his PDA, and began typing down note in it, as he read. Cell Membranes had receptors that pick up a person's emotions. So using that in mind, he began to tweak a Medical Scanner. He would have it read a person's state of mind, rather than their age, but would enhance the option to read ones health. He would need to know one's physical, and mental state of mind before he could do anything.

Moments later, he hade a quick excursion to his Kitchen, and snagged a back of Apples, rushing them back into his Lab, plopping them onto the table. He took one out. "Apples have a lot of nutrients in them," He nodded. Vitamin A, C, etc, a lot of Vitamins, some in lower dosages. He would use a whole bag, to get the effect he desired. Using the nutrients, he could stimulate the health response in anyones system, so the machine will pick up on it, and enhance it. Using excess minerals, and nutrients the machine will also allow you to allocate those nutrients, and even pull some and allocate them elsewhere. A basic way to force your Genetics to change. But again, you would have to WANT to change them, to do anything serious.

He scratched his chin, as he began to slice up apples, on a board, carefully into tiny tiny pieces. After he had done this to the whole bag, he would pool it all into a bowl, and begin swishing it around, until it turned into Apple Sauce. Pouring some Vitamin enhanced water into the bowl, he continued to stir it, until it became more or less liquid, like Apple Juice. Simple enough, but It had no preservatives, so unless used quickly or refregirated, it would expire swiftly.

Standing up, with the bowl in hand, he made his way to the kitchen once more, and stored it in a fridge unit, turning it up a bit so it would keep the composition of apples, and water fresh enough to use. He made haste back to his lab. He took his seat, and began to dismantle Medical Scanners. He wouldn't waste any supplies from the back of his lab in this. Except the old Regenerator, he had from when he was stranded on Vegeta. Or when he THOUGHT he was stranded, but regardless.

Moving to it, he grabbed it, and dragged it to the side of his desk, beginning to dismantle it, piece by piece. It was simple to deconstruct something he had spent a year making. It was his first actual project. He hated to see it go, but it needed to be done to better his research, and to help people. If this project works, he could save countless lives, cure diseases even. But at the time, that wasn't what was going through his head. He wanted to help a friend, pure and simple.

"Using the Regenerator, will help speed up the change in Genes. It accelerates the decay of Cells, to regenerate new ones, if I overload this function, and make it into one quick pulse, it will allow one to shed previous Genetic Makeup, in turn for a whole new brand," He nodded. It was a simplistic way of going about it. Draining the Regenerative fluid into a cup, putting it aside. He left the water that was in there to mix with the fluid, as it wasn't useful to the project.

He stripped the energy recoverying mechanisms from the Regenerator, and the overclock device, putting it on the table. Standing up, he grabbed the shell of a Regenerator, and dragged it back into the corner. "This will be enough, thank you," He left it there, fully intending to fix it later, only to turn back to his table, and sit down. He first pulled out a small brush, and began to paint small keys of alluminum, to help one lay out their own custom genetic code. He made about 67 of them, before stopping, laying them aside. Putting it all together would be a pain.

He made an alluminum, steel cast, which would hold the modules he had stripped. After a few hours of putting it together, it stood 4 feet high, a husk with it's back open so he could wire it as he pleased. IT had an indent halfway up, where the Keyboard would be wired, and an empty space where he would put the glass screen. He had prepped a sheet of glass prior to this incident. It was a pain. But he continued with a purpose.

After another hour, he had finally finished attaching all of the keyes to the keyboard segment of the device. It took so long because he had to adjust the diameters, and measurements of each slot, to accomodate each key, which some varied in size. Of course he didn't take that in account. He likely wouldn't be making another one of these ever again. Too much of a hassle.

He grabbed the glass sheet, and after 20 minutes cut it down to just the right sized square sheet, plopping it right into the front of the device. He stood up, and manuevered his way behind it, to the back. "I'll seal it after I'm done," He noted. He began pulling out a small box, made of Alluminum. That sort've material was fine. He placed it at the bottom, and ran a tube up through it, to a small port in the top left of the inside of the device. He ran out, back to the Kitchen, grabbing his apple mixture. Quickly rushing back, he poured the entire concoction into his vat, and stired it for a moment. The Blue Regenerative fluids became slightly orange in color. That meant it mixed properly.

Putting a cap on it, he would replace it when necessary, he began to put his dismantled Medical Scanner into the device. After wiring it up properly to each key, he would begin to work on a basic screen system. This system would allow everything to show up, colored and all on the screen. That was simplistic in it's own right, after everything else that was done. Popping in the screen, and wiring it up, it lit up in the front, blue. The regenerative fluids would supply a low wattage of power as well, which was nice, and it was incapable of running dry.

He added a needle to the left of the decide, where you would prick your finger to give your current Dna, and a Hand Print Reader on the right, where you would upload a new set of DNA to yourself. It was a bit of a hindrance, but for what he was going for, it worked. He nodded, and stood up, looking over his device. He pressed a key, and it lit up blue. "Well, this isn't the sky, so I guess the whole blue thing was my doing," He commented, noting that it was a so far s ogood moment. He continued, and pricked his left index finger. Blood filled the needle for a moment, and it desanitized itself quickly after. Better safe than sorry. His information shot up on the screen.

Male,
Tsujin,
27 Years old,
Lifespan, 94 years.
Physical Balance - 96%

He liked the results, but continued on, entering a complex set of keys. Anyone else using the device without prior knowledge would need his, or another person's assistance in order to operate this machine.

The computer read...

Statistics.

'Your genetic code excels in physical labor, and makes it so you are unable to tap into your true Ki. You have a lot of Energy, and are quite quick. You can take a punch, and even absorb Ki, but you do not regenerate health, or recover energy fast at all.'

He was astonished that his brief amount of work did this. IT was amazing! He entered some keys. He took a little bit of his Durability, and transferred it to Str on the computer.

"Please put your hand onto the scanner," the device echoed in a dull melancholy electronic voice. He complied, placing his right palm on the scanner. He felt a jolt in his body, and almost collapsed ,but stood his ground. It was for Science.

"Updating... 70%...."

It was beginning to become agonizing, it felt like someone was wrenching out his heart, and stepping on it. Maybe the machine wasn't working? He hadn't even put on the back yet, or finished the wiring, completely.

"90%..."

He felt a tad different, but not much so. But the real change hit when the Computer read... "100%," He felt a little stronger, but more flimsy. His stomach filled with a tasty, yet sour Apple juice, as if it were transferred to his stomach. "Man, this is... Unreal!" He was excited that it worked, but it still needed a bit more work.

He ran around to the back, kneeling down. All that was needed was to increase power output, so it would finish the update quicker, and take less blood. A little bit of rewiring and it was done. Medical Scanners really were amazing bits of Technology.

He stood up, and applied a steel back to it, using a welder to seal it up, and push it back into the wall. "There we go.." He smiled, feeling successful. "It works!"