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Next ‘GENERATION’ Dark Techno -Thriller with Pudding Shots

The following is an excerpt from William Knights 2011 novel Generation which delves into the science of Genetic Modification and explores the journey of one man and one woman as their world is turned upside down. Power, Science, Money … is it worth the price some will pay?

Next 'GENERATION' Dark Techno -Thriller with Pudding Shots

In 2001 the New Scientist reported that researchers had isolated a gene for regenerating damaged organs from the DNA of a South American flatworm. Within five years it had been spliced into the chromosomes of mice, pigs and rhesus monkeys, transported through the cell walls by a retro-virus denuded of its own genetic material.

Results remain secret, but success could yield extreme rewards. If ageing could be stopped or even reversed, and diseased or damaged organs regrown, life could be extended well beyond a natural span. No longer would you expect to retire and wait for death. You might remain fulfilled and active for ever, your worn out parts simply regrown and replaced.

Attempting to regrow impaired or elderly tissues, a scientist will one day modify the DNA of a human being by injecting the gene-carrying virus. It is just a matter of time.

Before consenting to treatment, you may want to ask a simple question: could there be a situation in which you would want to die but were unable to do so?

Case Number SW0112

He could not die. He remained, even as they ate into his half-buried torso. Dropping into the surrounding sea of leaves, burrowing and pulsing, tunnelling through his flesh and gnawing his bones; they made a home. He’d been aware of them throughout the long winter, but now the air was warmer and his senses were awakening. Perhaps he could hide from the plump overfed bodies. He wanted to go home.

He struggled to raise his mud-caked arm. Silver-dewed cobwebs strained and snapped, releasing sparks of water. Sodden earth clung to his elbow forming a gnarly branch. Trailing ivy, fed by leaching nutrients, tied the limb to the ground. He fought the binding weed until he collapsed, exhausted. Once more his arm settled back into the leaf mould as if it had never moved.

But on this day his thoughts came quickly and fluidly. Weeping joints and dead muscles warmed by sunshine filtering through the canopy oiled his movements. Finally he was free of the binding roots. He emerged like a fly from its chrysalis, unfolded his body, crease-by-crease, joint-by-joint, and willed each sinew to do his bidding. At last he stood.

His limbs resembled felled branches of trees: waterlogged, mould-spattered and swollen, with open splits in the skin. He rubbed his forearm and scraped off a layer of fat, releasing an odour of soap and damp, and exposing raw muscle. The smell awakened his dull senses, and at first he thought it was the soft fragrance of his wife’s perfume. He tried to find her. But as the sun warmed his sagging flesh and stirred his turgid blood, bacteria swarmed and divided, excreting the stench of decay. He realised her perfume was thick odour made sweet by fond memory. She was lost.

By nightfall his day had become just a series of snapshot memories. He recalled little of his journey through the wood – only the dark loam that oozed beneath his naked feet and the water that squeezed between his toes. Trees. Water. Hunger: wrenching hunger. Between snapshots, only loneliness and hunger remained.

But a feast now lay before him; raw meat from a carcass squashed against a tarmac tablecloth. The last meal he remembered was a spoon-fed purée of vegetables administered by a nurse.

He forced a mouthful and bit into the cream cheese consistency of the meat. It was food; it filled the gaps between his teeth. No taste, and his indefinite bite was like biting beyond the point his teeth should have stopped his jaw from moving. Like biting into his own skull.

He bent down to tear off some more flesh and felt a noise. Felt it through his body, a thumping beat and roaring engine. Music and oncoming lights. He remembered home when his daughter danced to CDs and flashed the lounge lights in her pretend disco. But this was loud and threatening, much more insistent, and arrived with a flood of white light that threw speeding black shadows against the trees.

He turned, slowly, mantis-like towards the throb. He stared into the twin rushing lights that promised to dash his mind to oblivion…..

Farsighted Series author Emlyn Chand, owned by Novel Ducky; the bird who promotes being green with his new book -recycling program endorses this adult dessert she now calls Zombie Pudding Cups, I give you the adult version of the classic dirt cup… Dirt Farm Pudding Shots, decomposition has never been this much fun!

Body Farm Pudding Shots!
Serves: about six servings
  • 8 oz of cool whip
  • ½ cup of Bailey’s Irish Cream
  • ¼ cup of UV Cake Vodka
  • ¾ cup of milk
  • 1 small package of instant chocolate pudding
  • Vodka infused gummy worms
  • i package of chocolate wafers coarsely crushed
  1. Mix the milk and the pudding together with an electric mixer
  2. Fold in the Cool Whip
  3. Stir in ⅔ of package into the pudding
  4. Add the alcohol, making sure that you mix the alcohol very well.
  5. After mixing the alcohol to the pudding, you can now put it into individual cups
  6. Spread the rest of the crumbs on top of each cup (about six cups)
  7. Shove a couple of gummy worms into each cup (remember we have Body Farm dirt here)
  8. After mixing the alcohol to the pudding, you can now put it into individual cups, layer them in a baking dish and gently cover with Saran wrap and place in freezer to solidify
OK You do not have to soak those worms in vodka, but they get fatter, Bigger and oh so much more of a BAM!

I have used plastic high ball glasses, small sundae cups (as shown), small canning jars, you get the picture. You can have fun with the sea through items and layer the dirt and pudding. and see those lovely worms .. I have also used candied pecan bits sprinkled in the cookie crumbs it looks like rocks and gravel.. have FUN!

Next ‘GENERATION’ Dark Techno -Thriller with Pudding ShotsGeneration
Pages: 288
on October 22, 2011
Source & Buy Links: Tour Company
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Attempting to regrow impaired or elderly tissues, a scientist will one day modify the DNA of human beings by injecting the gene-carrying virus. It is just a matter of time.

Before consenting to treatment, you may want to ask a simple question: could there be a situation in which you would want to die but were unable to do so?

Journalist Hendrix 'Aitch' Harrison links bodies stolen from a renowned forensic-research lab to an influential drug company.

Aided by Sarah Wallace, a determined and beguiling entomologist, he delves into a grisly world of clinical trials and a viral treatment beyond imagining.

But Aitch must battle more than his fear of technology to expose the macabre fate of the drugged victims donated to scientific research



Next 'GENERATION' Dark Techno -Thriller with Pudding ShotsWilliam Knight is a British born journalist and technologist currently living and working in Wellington, New Zealand. He’s chased a varying career starting in acting, progressing to music, enjoyed a brief flirtation with handbag manufacturing and was eventually wired into technology where he’s been since 1989. In 2003 he published his first feature in Computing magazine and has since written about the many successes and failings of high-tech for the Guardian, Financial Times and the BBC among many others publications. He continues to maintain a lively IT consultancy.

Connect with William on his websiteblogFacebook or Twitter 


Next 'GENERATION' Dark Techno -Thriller with Pudding Shots

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