I am a genetic test. I am called test #9582. I used to be a plain old rat. Now I can't even be called a rat anymore. The last time I checked, rats did not have 4 arms, a face like a gecko, a tail like an alligator, and legs like a Bear's. In a sense, I do not even exist. I watched my brethren die, their flesh eaten away at by nuclear chemicals. This is my final call for help before my own insides destroy my outer body. If you have read this, it is probably too late. Help is all I can say now. Help.
biography of a genetic mutation
March 1, 2011