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Two years ago, they nicknamed it the “Summer of Terror.”  Society was scared, panicked, certain that this was the end of the world.  The drug “M” — “M,” “M-pops,” “M-sicles,” “the magic bus,” “Mo’s pills,” “ambrosia,” “god juice” — it had a hundred names, and it seemed to be everywhere.  It had been created by accident about a year after the Change.  High school chemistry teacher Stanley Owen Morris had been trying to make something that would give an average person a little more control over magic, and wound up making the new heroin, the new cocaine, the new ecstasy, a drug that not only made its user feel in control of the world, but made him actually in control.  And at the same time that it empowered the body, it ruined the mind, randomly reconnecting neurons and pathways, leaving its victim in a psychedelic stupor, still wielding massive power and unable to understand or interpret anything sanely.  In time, the effects wore off — if the user didn’t kill himself before they could:  For most people, taking M even twice was as good as a death sentence.  For people it didn’t kill, M often ruined their mind, leaving them as idiot savants or, rarely, as babbling vegetables.

But M wasn’t addictive.  It didn’t need to be.  Power, however fleeting, was too great a draw.

Two years later, Morris still stood in the parking lot of his high school, the first victim of his own creation, his legs smoothly melded with the concrete, the left side of his body turned to stone, the right side any typical black steel street lamp, a sturdy black pipe where his right arm would be, ending in a flickering light bulb.  His stone face smiled peacefully at the ground as though he had just set down a heavy weight.  A memorial had been built around him, a reminder to all who might dare touch M.  Every few months, there was a small ceremony to change the bulb, a new call for the end of M, and every few months, little had changed.

And as the summer wore on, it seemed as if M abuse had become the major news headline every day.  Teenagers in jail with their bodies mangled.  Parts of cities ruined beyond recognition.  Des Moines.  Detroit.  And then the love-in in Central Park, when a clot of hippies accidentally turned themselves into a circle of trees on live television.  Something had to be done, shouted society.  This can’t continue, they cried.

To their surprise, the government answered on a crisp September morning in a wholly unexpected way.  Not more police, not an anti-drug campaign, not bigger jails.  There was a plan underway, they said, a plan to make things right.  On Long Island, they said, a team of researchers had been working hard for the last three years, using notes recovered from the Philadelphia blast zone.  Not all of the information had been recovered, but there was enough, they said.  They didn’t mention the part about their own involvement in the Change, of course.  No, that was an illegal, secret project, carried out by scientists who would surely, easily have been stopped had the Good Government People known.

On the northern shores of Long Island, they said, the Long Island Research Project had progressed for three painful years, and it was nearing its culmination.  They’d built a new machine, a wonderful machine, based on the work of the original Bad Scientists, a machine that would give enough control over the Change to make things Right.  They couldn’t stop the Change, they said, but they could make it better.  The Change would be under control.  People could be restored.  M would be gone.  The world could be finally livable again.  All would be right, just wait and see.

It was the night of October 2nd, and they were ready.  The initial drills had been run.  The initial tests had checked out.  Every “i” had been dotted and every “t” had been crossed.  The experiment was deep underground, buried under five hundred feet of cement shielding to keep the public safe.  And they were going to start simple, and just do a very little, tiny little test of the equipment.  A small black wooden box was going to be turned white.  Nothing more.

The crowds gathered around the perimeter fence, holding up candles, as armed military personnel watched from every angle and guarded the installation with their lives.  Nothing could let this go wrong.  The crowd sang songs, told stories, and held up banners, none in protest, oh no, never that, but in support for the wonderful thing these men were doing.  No-one loved what the Change had made of the world, of them, of their lives, of their families — or at least no-one who was there.

The appointed time arrived.  9:00 PM.  9:01.  9:02.  The crowd held its breath, waiting on pins and needles for the newsmen to report something from within the compound.

The last thing any of them ever saw was a great black ball rushing at them faster than the speed of sound.
*   *   *

The Long Island Research Project was a failure, one of the most celebrated failures in history.  Five thousand people had been presumably killed in an instant as the singularity generated by the government machine expanded and then collapsed, leaving a great gaping hole in the earth, five miles in diameter, and in the middle, there is still today a tiny black ball, surrounded by whirls and eddies of light and electricity as anything that approaches is sucked inside.  It wasn’t a black hole — the scientists were able to prove that much later on — but it was colored black, and it had swallowed everything nearby, and it looked very hole-like.

No-one, no government or institution anywhere in the world, would dare ever again to toy with that technology.  Anyone could be powerful, but no-one could play God.  And the world then knew that the Change was here to stay.
*   *   *

Caitlyn was unceremoniously dumped in her cell by the four guards, and the door slid shut.  Arms rushed over to her and helped her up.

“Yo, girl, how you doin’?” said Kim-na.

“I’ve been better,” she said.  She looked up at Steven.  “You — were right,” she said.

“I was?  About what?”

“My sister,” she said, and her voice trailed off.

“I’m sorry,” he said, and she suddenly hugged him, her head leaning against his shoulders.

He stood there a moment, looking awkward, as she leaned against him for support.

Then she blinked, and blushed, and stepped backward, wiping a tear from her eye.  “I...  sorry...  I just needed — something to lean against.”

“Er, quite alright,” he said, swallowing hard.

Kim-na giggled.

“I don’t know what happened to my sister,” said Caitlyn.  “She was — normal growing up.  She was always the good one.  She was smart, you know.  Really smart.  Not like me.  She got bumped up a year twice when we were in school, and she graduated the same year I did.  She finished law school in three years flat.  She was a go-getter.  She was indestructible.  I don’t know who that person up there is, but she’s not the Ellen I grew up with.”

“What happened to her?” asked Steven.

Caitlyn fell silent.  Ellen was so obsessed with perfection, and always had been; but she wasn’t stupid, she wasn’t clueless, she always seemed grounded.  Would she really have snapped if she’d found she’d been pregnant with...?

Caitlyn shook her head.  “I just don’t know,” she said.
*   *   *

Life in the cell grew dull.  Day and night were separated by their guards turning off the lights for what was presumably half of each day.  Food showed up regularly during the light periods, pushed on trays through a slot in the door, and it wasn’t good food, but it was somewhat edible, and acceptably nourishing.

They spent their time talking, telling stories of their lives.  There was little else to do.  Steven, it turned out, had traveled quite often and had seen much of the world, and he had a number of interesting stories to listen to.  Paris, Rome, Prague, Moscow, Tokyo, Perth, a hundred different cities, each with its own unique history, each with events that Caitlyn never would have believed if they weren’t true.  The unexpected parade of street performers in Paris.  The mermaids dancing under the glass-bottom boats off the Great Barrier Reef.  The furry “acrocat” shows in Beijing.  A group of little naga boys in Warsaw begging for coins from passers-by.

Sometimes Caitlyn or Kim-na would be dragged away for questioning, but neither of them saw Ellen or van der Wals.  Their questioner was always a hooded figure in a dark room, sometimes male, sometimes female, always probing about the same few events.  Caitlyn hadn’t told them anything new since the first day, but they kept asking.

And then, one night, Kim-na poked at her as they lay trying to sleep on the cold floor.

“Hey,” she said softly.

“Huhn?” asked Caitlyn.

“Not so loud,” said Kim-na.

“Huhn?” asked Caitlyn again.

“You been watchin’ the guards?” asked Kim-na.  “They got a new guy today.”

“So...?”

“So he’s effin’ clueless.  I been watchin’ him.  He ain’t a day over eighteen, and he keeps messin’ up.”

Caitlyn felt something small and cold press against her arm.

“I got his badge,” said Kim-na.

Caitlyn felt her heart stop for a moment.

“Swiped it off him when he bent down to tie his shoelace.”

“They didn’t search you?”

“Girl, I can hide shit anywhere,” said Kim-na.  “’specially somethin’ tiny like this.”

There was a thump on the other side of the cell.  “Hey, keep it down over there,” muttered Steven, rolling over.  “I need my beauty sleep.”

“Men,” muttered Kim-na.

“Kim, what are you gonna do with that thing?” said Caitlyn.

“What thing?” asked Steven, growing interested.

Kim-na inched up to a sitting position and pressed the badge against Steven’s barrel.  His eyes went wide.  “You didn’t,” he said.

“I’m breakin’ outta here,” she said.  “Girl needs her freedom.”

“Kim — ” began Caitlyn.

“You ain’t stoppin’ me,” she said.  “If they kill me on the way out, it’s better’n bein’ stuck in this rat hole.  No offense.”

“None taken,” said Steven.

“So you with me o’ what?” said Kim-na.

“I’m in,” said Steven abruptly.

“Huh?” said Caitlyn.

“Just because I look like a wimp doesn’t mean I am one.  I’ve been here for a year.  That’s quite long enough.  This is the first opportunity I’ve had to get out of this hole, and I’m not passing it up.”

“But...  we’re thirty stories underground!” said Caitlyn.

“Twenty-seven,” corrected Steven.

“Your point?” asked Kim-na.

“My point is that we’re underground!  It’s not like we can just fall out a skyscraper window and run away,” she said.

“We’ll think of somethin’,” said Kim-na.  “I’ll keep the badge.  You two be on the lookout for an openin’, okay?  Ain’t no prison that can’t be broken outta.”
*   *   *

About two weeks after they first arrived, Caitlyn was taken from her cell, and instead of going to an interrogation room, the guards took her first to the showers and cleaned her up.  The water was a little too hot and sprayed a little too hard, but then a clot of teenage girls came into the shower with soaps and lotions and towels and cleaned and dried her so well that she wondered if she hadn’t been moved to a health spa by accident.  In a moment they had her sporting a pretty polka-dotted red dress, her hair tied back neatly, and she felt almost ready for a picnic.

And then just as she was starting to feel a little more relaxed, the guards snatched her and whisked her off to the elevator.  Up, up, up they went — and stopped on the tenth floor.  The elevator doors opened to new scenery.  The same red and green chairs were still scattered about the room, and the elegant desk still rested along the far wall, but the window-walls now showed a quiet park, with trees waving in the breeze and children laughing and playing in the distance as picnickers nibbled on sandwiches.  The broken window had been replaced.

Ellen and van der Wals were sitting in two of the chairs and were holding porcelain cups.

“Hello, Caitlyn,” said van der Wals.  “Care to join us for tea?”
Caity's World, Part 20. In which we learn more about M, and about the Long Island Research Project, and in which Kim-na does something that's either absolutely brilliant or incredibly stupid — or both.

Part 19 can be found here, and part 21 can be found here. The Introduction and Author's Notes can be found here.

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As always, PLEASE COMMENT if you read it. The comments keep me going, and they've grown increasingly quiet in recent weeks. There are a lot of draws on my time, especially in the last few days, and Caity's World has been inching downward in the priority queue: I either need a week or two off to catch up, or you guys need to give me some serious indications that it's worth my time to write faster.
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zandraxofnebulon Featured By Owner Dec 17, 2012
i love it! i think its a great story & i cant wait 2 read more!
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LuciusAppaloosius Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2010
It would be enlightening to know (for all of the budding supervillains out there) how one goes about building a secret, multi-storey underground headquarters...... I mean, all of the good ones are already taken..... (so I'm being facetious -OK?) 7@=Q
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YummixDango Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2009
I'm kind of confused. What is "M"? I think I accidently skipped a chapter or two. owo;
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phantom-inker Featured By Owner Nov 17, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
It's explained in detail in this very chapter; read slower and you'll get it ;P
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Kramnhojpapermario Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2009
it's superb
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Uncle-Ben Featured By Owner May 11, 2009
Well, my only comment other than the statements above and the ominous tea party and the break out hat's going to happen to save her from them ... isssss ...

Caity is starting to get used to her Centaur form. She didn't buck so much during her first meeting with her sister ...
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phantom-inker Featured By Owner May 12, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Adversity has a way of changing our perceptions.
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CKentavr Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2008
I like the story, but I feel I'm reading it in the wrong order, and I don't know why...
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phantom-inker Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2008  Hobbyist Digital Artist
The best solution is to just use the "next part" links I've added at the bottom of every chapter: Those are in the correct order, regardless of how dA wants to sort the chapters in the gallery.
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Rogue7 Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2008
I don't know what scares me more, 'M' (the drug), the potentially suicidal future escape attempt, or the tea party at the end... but the tea party's winning..

Another great chapter, filled with interesting tidbits of information :thumbsup:

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phantom-inker Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2008  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Heh... there's more than enough to be scared of here. Thing is, this world initially sounds like fun, filled with all sorts of mythics and furries wild creatures and some magic stuff too — you could even be one of those creatures yourself! — but there are very dark downsides to it, M being one of them. Human nature doesn't change, and giving people more options in life gives them more ways to be clever and creative and unique, and more ways to be stupid and petty and cruel too. Everything in life is a mixed bag.
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Rogue7 Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2008
So so true, still I think it would be an interesting world to be in.
I wonder if there's a governing condition to what you're merged with... I guess I'll have to wait and see ;)
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phantom-inker Featured By Owner Jul 18, 2008  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Well, for those who end up Changed, it's really hard to say exactly why they end up the way they do. There's general agreement that what most people end up is somehow appropriate for them, but nobody has been able to come up with any definite rules: Somebody who loves horses, for example, might end up centaur or horse-furry or sileni; but if they live near the ocean, they might just as likely end up half fish, or if they're very tall they might end up a giraffe-furry. Likewise, there've been a number of people Changed into things that were somehow poetically just: A professional terminator, for example, might end up part insect, or a logger might be turned into a dryad, or a PETA member might be turned into a lion-furry carnivore. I'd have to guess that the hatrack-woman in the jail cell was probably obsessed with being thin before she was Changed, and now she has it in spades --- and looks utterly ridiculous too. The rules are, at best, an inexact science, and there's a small cottage industry that's popped up for psychological counseling of people who really didn't like what they got, even if it was somehow appropriate for them.
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DonSimpson Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2008
A scary world, that.
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phantom-inker Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2008  Hobbyist Digital Artist
It's all fun and games until somebody gets hurt.
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aurisano Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2008
That's a frightening concept for a drug - totally in control of the world and totally out of control of one's mind.

I liked finding out more about the aftermath of the Change, but I thought the transition from the past to present was a bit odd.

The ending was ominous.... as always, I'm already looking forward to the next installment. If you need some reassurance that people care about this, I know that look forward to seeing the latest chapter every Tuesday. Keep up the good work!
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phantom-inker Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2008  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Yeah, kinda dangerous, isn't it? It's no wonder the authorities freak out about it, and no wonder that it's pretty obvious who's used it and who hasn't. Those girls in the jail cell with limbs growing in the wrong places were the lucky ones. But now that you know what M is, and what it does, and why it's such a problem, there's still a very important question you should be asking that neither you nor anyone else has asked yet...

As for the abrupt transition, well, this bit of history needed to be gotten out of the way, and it needed to be gotten out of the way quickly, because it's vital information for a lot of stuff to follow. Sometimes you just can't make things smooth no matter how much you want to.
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zandraxofnebulon Featured By Owner Dec 17, 2012
hmmm... maybe if someone could use it in a way so that they kept their sanity but then could wreak havoc on the world with their power that they got from M if they wanted to do such a thing... hmmmm...
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aurisano Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2008
There's a number things I've been confused about...

A long time ago, van der Wals mentioned that he worked for a magitech company. Does that, plus the fact that a high school chemistry teacher invented M mean that people can learn to cast magic? Obviously, some of the things that people can do, like Caity being able to switch forms, seems to be magic, but it's very constrained. That is, Caity doesn't seem to be able to do anything else particularly magical. It strikes me that the wolfmen that were following Caity earlier were probably 'magic-ed' into that form. Maybe by that 'refined version of M' we heard about last time?

Although it seemed a bit awkward, the transition between past and present, you usually do things for a reason. Having that in mind makes me worry about Caity's confrontation with Ellen and van der Wals. I don't see how that can go anywhere good, especially if M ties into it somehow.

This is a really great story. More than a few times you've mentioned in the comments that we're all missing something, and that's lead me to read through from the beginning several times. So far, you've done a very good job planting seeds early on that tie in later. I agree with one of the comments on a previous section - you should consider actual novel writing. Even if publishing companies are loath to take something that's already been published online, I'm sure you've got other stories floating around. I think the world could use more literature with centaur protagonists.
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phantom-inker Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2008  Hobbyist Digital Artist
The claim about him working for a magitech company was a lie, as is a good 95% of anything else he said in the first ten chapters. That said, it's not so much that "people can learn to do magic" as that the laws of physics were bent and broken by the Change, and some things exist on the edge of the break. "Magic" is really a dubiously-accurate phrase here: It's used by the characters to explain stuff that they couldn't explain otherwise, like some peoples' ability to change back and forth, or the occasional physics-defying properties of some matter, especially stuff that was closer to the original Philadelphia blast zone; but whether that's really "magic" is a hotly-debated topic. Morris' mistake was really to try to harness the new loopholes in the laws of physics by taking certain physics-defying material, refining it, and molding it into pill form, and hope that that'd do something useful; while magitech companies take other physics-defying materials and refine them in other ways (that, thankfully, mostly produced less destructive results, although you should've seen some of the early testing phases!). "Magic", then, is really just another branch of science, limited like all the others; but it is a somewhat less predictable one, since its main focus is on bending and breaking the other laws of science. And as always with science, even broken science, it's three steps forward, two steps back.

I've debated writing novels for real, and maybe at some point in the future I might: But working in the computer industry is fun for me, and it pays a heck of a lot better than being a professional novelist. I have a more "serious" novel that I started some years ago that I may someday try to publish, but it's far from completion. Caity's World was really just a way for me to squeeze a bunch of crazy-fun ideas I had all into the same story and not stress myself out over the plot too much.

And yes, the world needs more centaur protagonists. Heck, the world needs more centaurs ;)
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Catprog Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2008
I don't no what to comment but just wasn't to let you know I am still reading it.
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phantom-inker Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2008  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks, glad to hear it!
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scotts13 Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2008
This is an odd chapter. The beginning exposition is very welcome and well written; the in-cell tedium is a bit of just that; and the final section has a bright, cheerful foreboding that worries me. AND has me more than usually anxious for the next installment.

BTW, are you aware of the Wild Cards series of mosaic novels? They're set in a world very similar to Caity's.
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phantom-inker Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2008  Hobbyist Digital Artist
It's a little mixed, true; but that history is going to be vital information very soon, so it had to be gotten out of the way. Plus this would otherwise be two pretty short chapters if the pieces weren't combined together: After all, I can't tell you right away what's going to happen when Caitlyn meets her sister again, can I? It's so much better to make you all wait...

No, I don't know those novels. But this story is intended to stand alone, and all the pieces of its puzzle will fit together very tightly and completely by the end with no dangling edges: With the story as I know it, I really can't conceive of there being sequels, prequels, or side stories to this.
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Catgoyle Featured By Owner Jan 28, 2010
Hmm... I have all of the Wild Card novels, I think. You'd find them interesting, considering how similar they are to parts of your story. Out of 1,000 people exposed to the catalyst, only 100 would even survive; the 900 who didn't "drew the Black Queen". 1 out of that 100 would "draw an Ace" and look normal but have a super power. The other 99 from that 100 would have some visible deformity which could make them lovely or hideous (angel wings, absolutely crystal-clear skin allowing all internal parts to show, having an elephant trunk-nose with a hand at the tip are some that occurred). =Some= of the Jokers (deformed, either lovely or hideous) also had Ace talents. I don't recall if they mentioned how often that cropped up. One girl managed to draw a second Ace the second exposure she had, and she kept BOTH Ace powers. Usually a second exposure would give you a new lottery chance at a Black Queen, Joker or Ace, and the new one was IT. Her new power was to cure Jokers by bedding them. It caused a number of desperate Jokers to start raping "normal" looking women, hoping like fire to find the one who could cure them with sex...
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DeadlyVampireUnicorn Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2008
awesome, as usual. can't wait for next tuesday.
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phantom-inker Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2008  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks! Glad to hear you're still reading!
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DeadlyVampireUnicorn Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2008
UR WELCOME!! me too!! glad ur still writting, lol.
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tweeve Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2008
Great story.....I cant wait till the next chapter.
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phantom-inker Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2008  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks, glad to hear it!
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isoycrazy Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2008
What did Caitlyn tell them in the interrogation? You never said.
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phantom-inker Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2008  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I thought it'd be pretty obvious: She told them everything she knew, but it apparently wasn't what they wanted to hear.
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isoycrazy Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2008
So they know that their father is alive? Or did they know that already?

And just for understanding, was Ellen's aborted baby becoming a centaur?

Also, assuming Steven is actually a good guy and will become one of the two girl's love interests, will their off spring automatically be a centaur or could it be human or something else?
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phantom-inker Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2008  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Van der Wals suspected Camberley was still alive from the start; and he convinced Ellen, though she's not entirely sure he's right since she's never seen any proof. Caitlyn's still not entirely sure what to think, though she's leaning toward "alive". As to why van der Wals thinks he's still alive... now that's a bit of the upcoming plot ;)

As I said in the other posting, Ellen saw on the ultrasound an oddly-shaped head, two arms, two legs, the distinct patchwork shimmer of scales, and a tail. I'd guess that the baby was some kind of half-lizard, but really I have no idea for sure.

Generally, with mixed-species offspring, all bets are off: If you put a centaur and a mermaid together, you could get a human, a centaur, a mermaid, a furry, or just about any other weird creature out of it (although it seems to be biased toward either the parents' species or some combination of their attributes). With same-species offspring, it's generally biased toward the parents' species, although there's still a chance you'll get a human or something else entirely.

In short: The Change is little unstable and a little unpredictable, but like with most genetics, you can generally make an educated guess as to what you're going to get based on the parents, and it's nothing a well-adjusted family can't deal with. If a cat-furry and a naga have a mermaid for a child, for example, they're gonna be spending their money on a swimming pool and regular trips to the beach; but they just do that instead of soccer practice and ballet classes and summer camp, so it all can boil out pretty evenly in the end. (That said... the Change can be difficult on the poor, which is why there was a spike in both the crime rate and adoption rate after it happened. But people mostly coped as best they could, just like they do in every other circumstance.)
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isoycrazy Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2008
And I bet all the people who have online lives of looking at, writing, or drawing furry art must of had a field day once the initial shock wore off.
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phantom-inker Featured By Owner Jul 18, 2008  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Probably. I suspect a significant percentage of them ended up Changed, which probably made them very happy campers indeed :)
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