#cellular reprogramming

[monkeyandelf]

The Rich Will Be Forever Young, and the Poor Will Die of Old Age: The Stark Future of Human Longevity and Inequality

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The Rich Will Be Forever Young, and the Poor Will Die of Old Age: The Stark Future of Human Longevity and Inequality

In the 20th century, futurists envisioned robotic overlords and star-bound ships. But now, in the 21st century, the future looks different—and arguably more dystopian. No longer are we haunted solely by the visions of mechanical dominance or extraterrestrial travel. Instead, we are rapidly approaching an era in which biological inequality—driven by billion-dollar biotech ventures—will redefine what it means to be human.

Imagine a world where the rich stop aging and the poor simply age out of existence. This is not speculative fiction. It is the trajectory we’re already on.

The Biotech Gold Rush: How the Wealthy Are Buying Time

Billionaires Betting on Immortality

In the past, snake oil salesmen promised the secret to eternal youth. Today, it’s Nobel Prize-winning scientists backed by trillion-dollar corporate empires. The goal is no longer just to live longer—it’s to reverse aging.

Jeff Bezos, the founder of Amazon and one of the richest men in the world, has invested billions into Altos Labs, a secretive biotech company focused on cellular reprogramming. The project involves global scientific luminaries like Shinya Yamanaka, who discovered reprogramming factors that can theoretically return adult cells to a youthful state, and Jennifer Doudna, co-developer of CRISPR gene-editing technology.

This isn’t philanthropy. Bezos doesn’t want to bequeath his wealth—he wants to outlive the need to.

Genetic Engineering and Organ Printing: A Billionaire’s Fountain of Youth

Forget donor lists and organ shortages. The emerging era of 3D-printed organs and genetically tailored tissue repair means the elite may soon replace worn-out body parts as easily as changing a tire.

“Heart giving out? No problem—replace it with a lab-grown version made from your own cells.”

This isn’t science fiction. It’s cutting-edge science—fueled by investments larger than the GDPs of small nations.

The Technologies Rewriting Human Lifespan

Cellular Reprogramming: Resetting the Biological Clock

The real game-changer is cellular rejuvenation. Scientists have already reversed aging symptoms in mice using Yamanaka factors. The potential? Turning back the aging clock without turning a person into a mindless stem cell blob.

Experiments have shown success in improving cellular function, reducing age-related diseases, and even regenerating damaged tissues.

Senescence Removal: Clearing the Cellular Junk

As we age, cells that stop dividing—called senescent cells—accumulate and poison surrounding tissue. Billionaires are now funding companies like Unity Biotechnology and Calico (a Google-backed firm) to develop senolytics: drugs that purge these aging cells and restore vitality.

Elite Monitoring and Personalized Medicine

While the average citizen waits weeks for a doctor’s appointment, the wealthy have access to AI-driven diagnostics, full-genome sequencing, and real-time biometric tracking. This enables not only the treatment of disease but its preemption.

Result? While most of the world dies from preventable illnesses, the elite receive custom therapies before symptoms even appear.

Society Split by Lifespan: The New Caste System

Healthspan for the Few, Decline for the Many

Let’s fast-forward 20 years.

You’re in a city square. On one side, wealthy 70-year-olds with wrinkle-free faces, energetic bodies, and perfect cognition—looking no older than 30. On the other side, their same-age peers hunched over, burdened with arthritis, deteriorating vision, and failing memory. One group lives in youth, the other in decay.

Such a visual gap in vitality will mirror—then surpass—the current wealth divide.

From Class to Caste: The Emergence of Bioeconomic Divisions

This disparity will create bio-castes—where wealth determines biological fate. The rich will not just live longer; they’ll live better. The poor will work longer, retire later, and die sooner.

Forget middle-class aspirations. In a world of lifespan inequality, health becomes currency, and only the richest can afford it.

Can Revolutions Still Happen in a Biotech Oligarchy?

AI and Robot Enforcers: Ending the Age of Uprisings

Historically, inequality led to revolt. But in a future ruled by AI surveillance, combat drones, and robotic law enforcement, the potential for uprising could be systematically neutralized.

Think Boston Dynamics security robots, AI-augmented facial recognition, and weaponized drones. The ruling class won’t need humans to defend them. Technology will do the job without conscience or hesitation.

Rebellions won’t just be crushed—they’ll be prevented.

Is There Any Hope? The Quiet Warriors of Equality

The Ethical Scientists and Rogue Hackers

History shows us that not all advancements remain in the hands of the elite. When the U.S. developed the atomic bomb, it was scientists who leaked secrets to the USSR—not out of treachery, but out of a desire to balance global power.

We can expect similar dissent in biotech. There will be underground networks: biohackers, rogue physicians, and open-source scientists who defy corporations and governments to democratize access to longevity treatments.

Underground Medicine: The Black Market of Youth

As with any high-demand commodity, black markets will arise. Anti-aging drugs, stem cell treatments, gene therapy tools—these will flow through illicit but accessible channels. As supply increases, prices will drop. Eventually, even the working class may access low-grade rejuvenation tech.

The genie never goes back in the bottle.

The Future: Inevitable Stratification or Temporary Imbalance?

A New Kind of Inequality—But a Familiar Pattern

Let’s be honest: societal stratification isn’t new. From kings and serfs to CEOs and minimum wage workers, humanity has always balanced on the knife’s edge of inequality. The coming era will merely extend this into biology.

But no imbalance lasts forever. As with electricity, the internet, and vaccines, what begins as a luxury often becomes universal—through rebellion, innovation, or sheer necessity.

Whether the transformation is peaceful or violent, one truth remains: Humanity does not accept inequality forever.

A Warning, and a Possibility

The idea that “the rich will be forever young, and the poor will outlive their resources and die of old age” is not a prophecy—it’s a warning. As medicine enters the golden age of genetic miracles, the challenge will not be the science. It will be access, ethics, and the human heart.

Whether we rise together or split apart depends not on the billionaires or the breakthroughs—but on those brave enough to demand a future where youth is not for sale.

[airises]

What are induced pluripotent stem cells, and how are they different from embryonic stem cells?

What are induced pluripotent stem cells (iPSCs)? Reprogrammed adult cells: iPSCs are created in the lab by taking adult cells (often skin or blood cells) and genetically reprogramming them back to an immature, embryo-like state. Pluripotency: Like embryonic stem cells, iPSCs are pluripotent. This means they have the exceptional potential to develop into almost any type of cell in the body. Key…

[theambitiouswoman]

While I’m on the subject, I want you guys to learn this…

Did you know that how you talk to yourself alters your DNA?

The way you speak to yourself, your thoughts, emotions and inner dialogue—impacts your DNA through epigenetics. Negative self talk raises cortisol, triggering genes linked to inflammation, aging and diseases. Conversely, positive self talk activates genes for healing, resilience and longevity. Chronic stress and emotional trauma can alter DNA expression and even be passed down to future generations.

This also applies to what you hear. Negative words, insults and toxic conversations increase cortisol, rewiring neural pathways to make stress a default state. Constant exposure to negativity, whether through people or media, can impact gene expression.

Just how stress harms DNA, gratitude, affirmations and meditation can rewire it positively. These practices lower stress, trigger DNA repair, and activate genes for immunity and anti aging. Consciously shifting self talk can change your biology. "It is not that easy!" Yes, it is.

Research suggests binaural beats and solfeggio frequencies influence brainwaves, promoting focus and emotional balance. Mantras, prayers, affirmations can impact cellular structures, proving sound vibrations affect genes.

How long does this take, you ask?

Immediate (Minutes to Days): A single thought can raise or lower cortisol almost instantly.

Short Term (Weeks to Months): 6–8 weeks of daily gratitude, mindfulness, or affirmations can shift gene expression.

Long Term (Months to Years): Consistent mental reprogramming strengthens immunity, reduces disease risk, and slows aging.

Your thoughts shape your body at a genetic level so choose them wisely.

[fairyminnie444]

Why Does Physical Change Literally Happen?

{+1 explanation for the logical part of the brain}

“Will I just be pretending to myself?” “What is the logic in changing my current unwanted body for what I want to be and how others see me and this change?”

Some questions that go through our heads when we talk about manifesting the desired appearance, and this is normal. Let's demystify this and be absolutely sure to manifest more easily and quickly.

First no, you are not “faking it to yourself.” What you are doing is a process of mental self-reprogramming that uses the power of the mind to create a new internal reality, which will inevitably be reflected on the outside.

1. The Mind Doesn’t Distinguish Between Reality and Imagination

When you intensely imagine your desired body, your brain acts as if it were already true. It begins sending signals to your body to align your physiology with this new vision. This isn’t “faking it,” it’s literally reprogramming your system.

2. How Does Physical Change Literally Happen?

Your body is run by your brain. Everything it does—from regenerating cells to changing its structure—responds to instructions that you, consciously or not, send it. When you see yourself as the version of yourself you want to be, you are literally reprogramming your brain to create that physical change.

Examples in Science and Biology:

• Epigenetics: Your thoughts influence which genes are “turned on” or “turned off.” If you internally assume the identity of a person with the desired body, your body begins to align with that identity.

• Neuroplasticity: The brain reorganizes itself based on the beliefs you hold. It can change hormonal patterns, metabolic patterns, and even cellular regeneration to adapt to what you believe to be true.

3. Why Does Physical-Touchable Reality Change?

• Assumed Identity: When you believe that you already have the desired appearance, the body begins to respond with real physiological changes. For example, a mental model of “I am thin” can change hunger patterns and metabolism, while “I am young” can stimulate collagen production.

• Instructions to the Subconscious: The subconscious controls automatic functions of the body, such as cell regeneration and fat distribution. It accepts everything you imagine with emotion as absolute truth.

4. How Others See You

People see you through the energy and confidence you exude. If you are aligned with the feeling that you are already who you want to be, others will automatically begin to treat and see you that way.

• They may not know “how” or “when” you changed, but they will notice that something is different. This is because your self-confidence and inner congruence have a direct impact on social interactions.

5. You’re Not Pretending, You’re Choosing

When you decide that you are already the desired version of yourself, you’re not pretending, you’re taking on a new identity. This is a conscious exercise in creating the reality you want, and 3D has no choice but to reflect that decision.

6. Real-World Example to Make It More Concrete

1. People who underwent hypnosis believing they had real burns on their skin developed physical blisters—because their bodies responded to their minds.

2. Patients in placebo studies who “believed” they were taking a rejuvenation drug experienced real physical changes, such as improved skin and organs.

These are extreme examples, but they show that the mind instructs the physical body, and the body obeys. It’s not symbolic or “just in the imagination”—it’s a transformation that manifests itself in the tangible.

7. How to Make This Transformation Solid and Firm

To truly believe that your physical transformation is happening:

• Decide and Feel: “I already have this.” See your body as what you want, not what you “think it is.”

• Visualize Clearly: Imagine what it would be like to touch, see, and live with this body. Not just mentally, but as if it were already a reality.

• Believe in Inner Logic: Whatever your mind accepts as truth, your body will do. If you have assumed this new identity, your body has no choice but to follow.

It’s not pretending, nor is it wishful thinking. It’s using the power of your mind to literally transform your body into something physical and real.

[beardedmrbean]

A deadly fungus has been turned into a potent cancer-fighting compound after researchers isolated a new class of molecules from it.

Aspergillus flavus, a toxic crop fungus linked to deaths in the excavations of ancient tombs—such as that of the boy pharaoh Tutankhamon—was recently used in a test against leukemia cells.

The result? A promising cancer-killing compound that rivals FDA-approved drugs and opens up new frontiers in the discovery of more fungal medicines.

“Fungi gave us penicillin,” says Sherry Gao, Presidential Compact Associate Professor at the University of Pennsylvania and senior author of a new paper in Nature Chemical Biologyon. “These results show that many more medicines derived from natural products remain to be found.”

After archaeologists opened King Tutankhamun’s tomb in the 1920s, a series of untimely deaths among the excavation team fueled rumors of a pharaoh’s curse. Decades later, doctors theorized that fungal spores, dormant for millennia, could have played a role.

In the 1970s, a dozen scientists entered the tomb of Casimir IV in Poland. Within weeks, 10 of them died. Later investigations revealed the tomb contained Aspergillus flavus, named for its yellow spores, whose toxins can lead to lung infections, especially in people with compromised immune systems.

Now, that same fungus is the unlikely source of a promising new cancer therapy.

The therapy in question is a class of ribosomally synthesized and post-translationally modified peptides, or RiPPs, pronounced like the “rip” in a piece of fabric. The name refers the ribosome, a tiny cellular structure that makes proteins, including RiPP.

“Purifying these chemicals is difficult,” says Qiuyue Nie, a postdoctoral fellow and the paper’s first author. While thousands of RiPPs have been identified in bacteria, only a handful have been found in fungi. In part, this is because past researchers misidentified fungal RiPPs as non-ribosomal peptides and had little understanding of how fungi created the molecules.

“The synthesis of these compounds is complicated,” adds Nie. “But that’s also what gives them this remarkable bioactivity.”

To find more fungal RiPPs, the researchers first scanned a dozen strains of Aspergillus, which previous research suggested might contain more of the chemicals. By comparing chemicals produced by these strains with known RiPP building blocks, the researchers identified A. flavus as a promising candidate for further study.

Genetic analysis pointed to a particular protein in A. flavus as a source of fungal RiPPs. When the researchers turned the genes that create that protein off, the chemical markers indicating the presence of RiPPs also disappeared.

This novel approach of combining metabolic and genetic information not only pinpointed the source of fungal RiPPs in A. flavus but could be used to find more fungal RiPPs in the future.

After purifying four different RiPPs, the researchers found the molecules shared a unique structure of interlocking rings. The researchers named these molecules, which have never been previously described, after the fungus in which they were found: asperigimycins.

Even with no modification, when mixed with human cancer cells, asperigimycins demonstrated medical potential: two of the four variants had potent effects against leukemia cells.

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Another variant, to which the researchers added a lipid, or fatty molecule, that is also found in the royal jelly that nourishes developing bees, performed as well as cytarabine and daunorubicin, two FDA-approved drugs that have been used for decades to treat leukemia.

Inside the leukemia cells, a gene called SLC46A3, proved critical in allowing asperigimycins to enter leukemia cells in sufficient numbers, which has given the team the idea that it might be a pathway for other, already developed remedies called cyclic peptides, to enter and kill a leukemia cell.

“Knowing that lipids can affect how this gene transports chemicals into cells gives us another tool for drug development,” says Nie.

Through further experimentation, the researchers found that asperigimycins likely disrupt the process of cell division. Notably, the compounds had little to no effect on breast, liver or lung cancer cells, or a range of bacteria and fungi, suggesting that asperigimycins’ disruptive effects are specific to certain types of cells, a critical feature for any future medication.

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In addition to demonstrating the medical potential of asperigimycins, the researchers identified similar clusters of genes in other fungi, suggesting that more fungal RiPPs remain to be discovered.

“Even though only a few have been found, almost all of them have strong bioactivity,” says Nie. “This is an unexplored region with tremendous potential.”

“Nature has given us this incredible pharmacy,” says Gao. “It’s up to us to uncover its secrets. As engineers, we’re excited to keep exploring, learning from nature and using that knowledge to design better solutions.”

[catboybiologist]

Do you see a future where we can give a trans person a shot and have their body start making the correct sex hormones (eg testes change to make E, or ovaries change to make T)? How far off? What things need to be accomplished to achieve it, and what tools do we already have?

Disclaimer that none of this is gonna be all that scientifically robust, the terms used are gonna be descriptive rather than technical, and that I'm just woke up and these are the ravings of a woman gone mad.

A single shot is ambitious, but I could see a course of several months or a couple years that, after those several months, lasts a lifetime.

How far off? I mean, wildly dependent on funding and focus. Unfortunately, nothing related to trans healthcare is gonna see a serious push I would think. With an actual, serious push, I would give it a few decades of research (if that)(this is blisteringly fast btw) until it's punted over to the FDA. At that point it's outside of my knowledge to know how far things would move forward.

But honestly, it's part politics, part luck of the draw on what people research and push forward. Might happen in our lifetime, but don't hold your breath. Research is grindingly slow.

This is mostly based around the possibility of inducing transdifferentiation. Tldr:

-stem cells are exciting bc they can become any cell type. They haven't "locked in" their cell fate yet.

-most research on cellular differentiation centers around deprogrammed differentiated cells, reverting them to stem cells, and then reprogramming them into something else. The deprogramming is actually well studied (shoutout Yamanaka factors) but I don't see something like this reaching a medicinal, in vivo use soon.

-in extremely rare and induced cases, however, you can force a fully differentiated cell type to become another fully differentiated cell type *without* that intermediate. This is likely way easier to pull off in vivo, even though the initial molecular triggers are much, much rarer and more difficult to study.

Which brings us to the two theoretical dots that we can use here: prostatic metioplasias as a result of testosterone (for transmascs) and the role of DMRT1 for transfemmes.

Broad tldr of each of these points:

-there was a study that studied vaginal lining of transmascs who had been on T for several years and gotten hysterectomies. They found some prostate tissue intercalating the vagina.

-removal of a particular gene (DMRT1) allowed testes to slowly become ovarian tissue and produce estrogens. This gene is responsible for maintaining testes cell fate- keeping the lock, locked.

Neither of these provides a direct basis for actual medication. They show avenues for what will work, however. What's necessary here is to understand the upstream signals that control the expression of genes like DMRT1, which can then be exploited to force expression or stop expression in vivo, in a human.

Basically, the way transdifferentiation would work here is blasting the appropriate cells with enough of these signals, over enough time to ensure that everything actually undergoes TD, to reprogram everything you want to reprogram.

(yes, I know about the crispr transfemme who targeted DMRT1. No, I don't think that's real. I've posted about that before.)

You don't have to bother reading these, but here's the primary sources I'm talking about for anyone interested:

[dakusan]

Hi! I just read your post about what happens when you grow old and they don’t. Does the bond change at all once you’re turned? Like does the feeding experience become more intense since the human is now also a vampire? How would it affect the dynamics between the two? Is there any situation where the newly turned human would have a different soulmate bond or is it set in stone that they’re soulmates? Would they still crave the blood of a human or would their soulmate still satisfy them?

Please let me know your thoughts! I’m loving this series! Remember to sleep and eat well!

-🫧

🫧BUBBLE ANON!!

thank you so much for this ask. i adore this ask, and i am thrilled to answer it.

also! before diving in — i'm combining your question with another very related one about what happens if someone is turned at an older age, so we can explore this in more depth: biology, bond evolution, cravings, soulmate dynamics, and that moment you open your eyes as something eternal, beside someone who already was.

Ready? Set. GO

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🧬 1. Does the bond change once the human is turned?

Yes... and no. The soulmate bond is soul-bound, not species-bound. That means once you're turned, the bond doesn’t vanish or break—but it evolves.

When one partner is human, the bond has limits. It allows emotional syncing, some dream-sharing, physical craving, and soul recognition. But when both are vampires? That bond gets amplified like a blood-lit wire.

Emotional sync becomes visceral — they can feel flashes of each other's urges, memories, even phantom sensations.

Feeding becomes euphoric — it's not about survival anymore. It's pure communion.

Sex + blood sharing? Transcendent. They literally become each other's anchor, their only drug, the thing that keeps them sane in eternity.

⏳ 2. What if the human is older when turned? Do they stay aged?

Now here's the real science. Turning doesn't just stop the clock — it rewinds it. But how far? Depends on:

Age at time of turning

Health of the body

Strength of the vampire who turns you

Depth of the bond

The turning phase will rewind you. Rebuild you. The older you are at the time of turning, the more aggressive and volatile that biological reversal becomes.

🩸 THE BIOLOGICAL EVENT HORIZON

The moment vampire blood enters your system—after death—it's a full system overwrite. I've mentioned this before in another answer to someone's ask.

Vampire blood carries:

🔬Retroviral magic particles: Like enchanted viruses. They hijack your DNA, rewrite your genome on the fly, and reprogram your aging.

💉Crimson Code Cytokinesis: Magical analogues of hematophagic cytokines. They force regeneration, but only if bonded or stabilised by sire magic.

☠️Enzymatic kill-switches: If the ritual is off—by timing, intent, or strength—you die for real. No reboot.

⚠️ NECROSIS BEFORE REBIRTH

You die. That's required. Cells begin to rot, signalling the reboot.

Magic floods the system. Not all at once—it's localized bursts: brain stem, heart, bone marrow, endocrine system, skin.

Your body begins violent regeneration. Every cell is rewritten.

👵🏽 SO WHAT IF YOU’RE OLD?

If you're turned at 70, 80, 100?

Your cells are already damaged:

Senescent cells (non-dividing, aged ones) clog the system.

DNA damage and telomere shortening are rampant.

Collagen has broken down.

Neural efficiency is reduced.

Turning must burn all of that away. It's not gentle. It's violent cellular warfare.

🔥Your skin shreds and rebuilds. Bones crack, melt, and reset. Teeth fall out and regrow sharper. Your spine realigns. Your brain—screaming—rewires in real time.

The result?

You wake up young. Strong. Immortal. Usually in your early mid 20s—biologically the vampire body's optimal baseline.

Bye bye wrinkles.

Bye bye arthritis.

Bye bye sun-damaged liver spots.

Bye bye white hair and brittle bones.

Your cells are perfect replicas of an immortal ideal.

🧠 NEUROLOGICAL SIDE EFFECTS (Age Matters)

If you were old, your memories are sharp—but can feel like echoes. Your body no longer matches your mental age. That can cause:

Phantom pains from old injuries that don't exist anymore

Temporal disorientation

Dysmorphia or existential confusion

Vivid dreams of past lovers, children, or events—fading like smoke in daylight.

Some older turned vampires become extremely detached from their former human lives. Others cling to them like ghosts.

🧍🏻‍♂️WHAT ABOUT YOUNG TURNS?

Like Han Jisung who was turned at 21, he barely had anything to "fix". His turning was cleaner, faster, less traumatic.

Minimal necrosis

No telomere repair needed.

Skin, organs, brain—already at peak.

He still died. Still suffered. But he didn't need to be rebuilt. He was preserved.

🤯 TLDR

Older = Longer, more violent turning. Your cells must be reborn, not just preserved.

Turning = Magical stem cell therapy on demonic overdrive.

Result = Immortal body ages ~21-25, but with the mind of someone who remembers death.

🩸 3. Does a newly-turned vampire crave human blood?

Yes—but only briefly.

After turning, your body goes through what's called the First Hunger — a wild, feral craving for human blood. Not just any blood: high-quality, soulmate-reminiscent, potent blood.

But if your soulmate is the one who turned you?

Your bond overrides the pull for others.

You become addicted to them and only them.

It's not just preference. Their blood satisfies every need—like a perfect key in a cursed lock.

💔 4. Can your soulmate change after turning?

NO.

The soulmate bond is one per lifetime. Turning doesn't rewrite fate, it only deepens the bond. If you were bonded before? You're sealed now. Forever.

If you weren't bonded to anyone? You still might find a soulmate post-turn—but it's rarer.

Vampire bonds are singular, violent, cosmic. You don't get to "try again". If it's them, it's always been them.

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thank you for this ask, i love diving into the science and biology of it all.

come again any time 💋🦇

[darkmaga-returns]

Researchers analyzed bone marrow samples from three groups using untargeted metabolomics, a powerful technique that detects thousands of small molecules reflecting real-time cellular activity:

Vaccinated leukemia patients (n=7) — all of whom developed leukemia within 15 to 63 days after receiving Pfizer’s BNT162b2 COVID-19 mRNA injection

Unvaccinated leukemia patients with no history of COVID-19 (n=2)

Healthy, unvaccinated individuals (n=7)

Here’s what they found:

As expected, the metabolic profiles of both leukemia groups were markedly different from healthy controls—showing classic cancer-linked changes like:

↑ Glycolysis (sugar breakdown)

↑ Pentose phosphate pathway (nucleotide synthesis and redox balance)

Altered tryptophan metabolism, known to create an immunosuppressive tumor environment

Disrupted heme metabolism, involved in red blood cell formation and oxidative stress

However, the vaccinated leukemia group showed additional, distinct metabolic alterations that were not present in unvaccinated leukemia patients, including:

↑ Tetrahydrofolic acid — vital for DNA synthesis, repair, and methylation. Uniquely elevated in vaccinated leukemia patients, possibly reflecting folate cycle modulation or compensatory changes in nucleotide metabolism.

↑ Phosphorylcholine — a marker of altered membrane metabolism, linked to tumor progression, lipid signaling, and immune activation. Elevated only in vaccinated leukemia patients, contrasting with a decrease in unvaccinated leukemia cases.

↑ N-Formyl-L-glutamic acid / N-Acetyl-L-aspartic acid — involved in amino acid and mitochondrial metabolism. Significantly elevated in vaccinated leukemia patients, not seen in unvaccinated leukemia individuals.

↑ Delta 8.14-Sterol — a sterol lipid involved in membrane structure and cellular signaling. Increased only in the vaccinated leukemia group, potentially indicating vaccine-induced disruption of lipid regulation.

All seven vaccinated leukemia patients developed cancer within two months of mRNA injection.

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

What happened to cause a temp to partially regenerate???? Also what’s a partial regeneration??

We're still waiting on the full incident report (and for the temp to regain the rest of their memories), but we can confirm that the partial regeneration was triggered by acute stress, sudden exposure to unfiltered telepathic archives, and a small unexplainable explosion.

What's a partial regeneration?

A full regeneration involves a complete cellular overhaul, triggered by fatal injury or severe systemic failure. The body floods with regenerative energy and rebuilds itself from the molecular level upwards.

A partial regeneration occurs when that process starts, but doesn't finish. This can happen if:

The perceived threat to the body turns out not to be fatal after all

The body detects a risk in completing the regeneration (e.g. unstable environment)

The regenerative systems misfire or are disrupted mid-process

Biologically, the cells begin reprogramming themselves, but the energy cascade is either interrupted or suppressed. Some tissue changes and some doesn't. This results in:

Temporary memory loss

Sudden appearance of new facial features (one eyebrow, half a nose, etc.)

Shifts in personality or taste

Pain, confusion, and a feeling best described as 'biological whiplash'

The body usually stabilises, but complications are common. We wish the temp a smooth recovery.

Related:

💬|✨4️⃣What are the four factors of regeneration?: How a regenerating Gallifreyan body might determine its next appearance.

💬|✨⚠️What counts as a safety hazard for regeneration?: Risk factors in regeneration.

💬|✨🦽Can disabilities persist through regenerations?: The nature of inherent and regeneration-specific disabilities.

Hope that helped! 😃

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[thesilliestrovingalive]

Updated: April 29, 2025

Reworked Character #13: Allen O'Neil

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: Viewer discretion is advised due to references to death, drug addiction, crime, and torture.

Real name: Alister Titus O’Neil Sr.

Esper title: Avatar of Peak Physicality, Cheating Death, and Assimilation

Aliases: Conqueror of the Staircase of Dead Bodies, Iron Cavalryman from Hell, Immortal Cacodemon, and Ghost Sergeant

Occupation: Sergeant of the Rebel Army, right-hand man of General Morden, Lance Corporal of the Marine Corps (formerly), and a high-ranking peacekeeping troop of the Regular Army (formerly)

Retirement plans: Open up an animal shelter and live the rest of his days in the countryside

Special skills: Armed and close quarters combat, crisis management, defensive tactics, and brainwashing

Esper abilities: He possesses superhuman strength, endurance, and stamina, demonstrated by his ability to effortlessly lift the main combat vehicles of the Rebel Army, withstand extreme physical stress, and carry the Jupiter King without its tracks without displaying any visible signs of exhaustion. His body is physically resilient to shotgun blasts and a single pineapple grenade or Stielhandgranate explosion. His body contains a silver-hued regenerative agent that rapidly repairs damaged cells and tissues, giving his blood a metallic grey sheen. When wrath consumes him, his skin erupts into a fiery crimson, radiating intense heat and morphing into a semi-scaly texture.

He possesses two unique, blubber-coated, kidney-shaped organs in his thighs, which are a pale pink streaked with bronze. These organs are connected to his esophagus by two trachea-like purplish-grey tubes. The kidney-shaped organs secrete a blood-streaked, sticky substance similar to intravascular and seminal fluids that gives birth to earwig-like pale brown creatures, approximately the length of a human arm. Each creature features bronze and crimson streaks, forest green antennae, and black centipede-like legs and forceps. The trachea-like tubes are lined with resilient, mucus-coated hair follicles, providing the creatures with a moderate layer of protection against blades and enhancing their ability to adhere to hosts.

These creatures serve as vectors for mental assimilation, allowing him to recruit individuals to General Morden’s cause. To achieve this, they inject neuroactive agents into a host's bloodstream by biting into a major vein and tightly latching onto their skin. Once established, the creatures transmit electrical signals to the brain, inducing brainwashing and instilling an unwavering sense of loyalty. This can only be reserved once the parasitic creature has been surgically removed, allowing the effects of these neuroactive agents to degrade slowly over a five-day period.

He's virtually immortal due to a biological self-resurrection process, which allows him to fully restore his psyche and physical body to optimal health. Upon death, his regenerative agents kick into overdrive, rapidly repairing minor and major wounds, replenishing energy in his blood, and revitalising his white blood cells to sustain their viability. His brain remains active, sending electrical impulses that stimulate cellular regeneration, tissue reorganisation, maintain blood circulation, reverse organ failure, and induce wakefulness. It can even correct genetic damage, reactivate dormant cellular functions through epigenetic reprogramming, reboot the immune system to eliminate pathogens and cancer cells, and restore cognitive function and memory. After each resurrection, his memories of his previous death are foggy, and his once-healed injuries leave lingering stiffness for a few days.

Hobbies: Whittling, extreme off-roading, frequenting pet shops, and hanging out with his family whenever he has the time to do so

Likes: Social justice, blowing stuff up, insulting his adversaries, and messing around with the Rebel Gigant

Dislikes: Being viewed as a simple-minded and ignorant assault captain, the Regular Army, insubordination, and orcas

Favourite food: Pompano en papillote and bread pudding with vanilla whiskey sauce

Favourite drink: Cognac

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Gender: Male

Age: 38 (in 2022), 44 (in 2028), 46 (in 2030), 48 (in 2032), 50 (in 2034), 57 (in 2041), 59 (in 2043), 60 (in 2044), and 63 (in 2047)

Blood type: B+

Weight: 254 lbs. (115 kg)

Design: He’s a 6’ 7” (200.66 cm) American mesomorph of Creole and Scottish descent with an inverted triangle build, rippling muscles, and sloping shoulders. He has honey-hued skin and striking asymmetrical eyes—amber on the right with a luxor gold pupil and mahogany on the left with a foggy white glaze. His face features subtle wrinkles, including forehead lines, frown lines, and nasolabial folds. Allen has slightly drooping pointed ears, skin that's somewhat taut against his spine, razor-sharp canines, a shaved head, and a full dark chocolate beard.

He has a tattoo on his left upper arm of a pygmy rattlesnake coiled around the base of a human skull with sparkling rubies embedded in the eye sockets. He has a few battle scars: one that starts from the centre of his right cheek to the side of his forehead, resembling a fiery comet flying upwards; three healed bullet wounds on his left deltoid; half of his left ring finger is missing; and a large, blotchy patch of scarred flesh on the right side of his abdomen.

His outfit consists of gunmetal grey wristbands, a burnt sienna armband displaying the Rebel Army insignia, and mud- and blood-stained laurel green army cargo pants tucked into spike-soled silver-white combat boots. He carries an old, cherished photograph of himself, his wife, their two children, and their two chestnut-fronted macaws securely tucked away in the right pocket of his army cargo pants. Allen wears a gold-buckled rifle green belt, complemented by a sheath for his Bowie knife and a gunmetal grey waist pack secured at the back, containing pipe bombs and a sprig of heather for good luck. He wears three black bandoliers, two forming an X-shape across his chest and one draped above his belt, holding ammunition for his M240 Bravo Machine Gun. He wears a burgundy cord necklace, showcasing a shark tooth as its centrepiece. The shark tooth is flanked by two canine teeth with three circular blue garnet beads positioned between each canine tooth.

During the Survival Island Occupation, he temporarily wore the same outfit that commanding officers wear in the Regular Army. He also donned a chin-length reddish-blonde wig with blunt cut bangs and soft waves.

He owns a personal Di-Cokka, twice the size of the original, its greenish-brown coat bearing battle scars—dented and scratched from a few bullet impacts. Besides transportation, he also uses it for storage, keeping portable ammo boxes and two extra weapons on hand: a M202 FLASH and a Mossberg 500 shotgun.

Super Devil form: He’s a 21’ 3” (647.7 cm) humanoid with an exaggerated musculature and smooth, rock hard rifle green skin. His head, marked by a pronounced underbite, has a canine-like appearance, with the skin tightly stretched over his skull. A wet gunmetal grey nose, reminiscent of a bear's, protrudes prominently, while his beard has grown into an unruly goatee that cascades down to the centre of his chest. He has twitching muscles, gleaming greenish-brown claws and talons, and six arms covered in decaying flesh and bulging veins, each ending in heavily scarred hands with only three fingers. He has the same eyes, ears, razor-sharp canines, and scars as the original, but his armpits and back are covered in coarse dark chocolate hair.

Two rows of stalagmite-like gilt-brass spikes run along his back, while two lengthy, glistening tentacles—each spanning the height of two adult males—protrude from the back of his deltoids. These tentacles boast a crimson hue and are adorned with mucus-coated laurel green feelers on their underside. Allen’s tail resembles that of a pygmy rattlesnake, while his waist is encircled by a bronze intestinal cord that passes through the bored temples of fifteen yellow-stained, shark-toothed human skulls. Each skull features either ruby or blue garnet eyes, arranged in an alternating pattern. His legs are feathered in a plumage that transitions from reddish-brown to burnt sienna, culminating in powerful silver-white ostrich feet.

Character summary: Allen is a proud and charismatic leader, renowned for his persistence in battle and unshakeable loyalty to those he holds dear, including his family, closest comrades, and General Morden. He passionately advocates against political corruption and systemic injustices, fearlessly standing up for what's right and recognizing it as his social responsibility to create a better world. He’s capable of compassion, but only extends his support, kindness, and sympathy to those he considers trustworthy friends and admires for their bravery and integrity. He can be somewhat forgetful, particularly when recalling complex instructions or distinguishing between appropriate and inappropriate times to use bladed weapons, such as when preparing food.

He derives great satisfaction from catching his foes off guard or disrupting their plans, gaining a strategic upper hand on the battlefield. He's ruthless and pragmatic, revelling in the suffering he inflicts on those who work for corrupt organisations and/or oppose General Morden. He relishes battling his enemies, particularly his arch-rivals, the Peregrine Falcons Squad and the S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S. His passion for frontline combat is why he chooses to remain a Sergeant, the highest rank that allows him to engage in daily battles. He displays subtle admiration for individuals who demonstrate impressive tactical expertise and skillful combat abilities.

He often rushes into battle with reckless abandon, yet occasionally takes a more measured and calculated approach. He frequently taunts his enemies, using psychological warfare to erode their resolve and sow seeds of self-doubt. He skillfully cultivates loyalty among Morden's followers by subtly undermining their critical thinking and independence, making them receptive to indoctrination. Through this manipulation, Allen implants new thoughts, reshapes attitudes, and alters values and beliefs to align with Morden's ideology. Occasionally, he spares new recruits from brainwashing if he detects genuine sympathy for Morden's cause or notices that they don't see the point in questioning the ideology and practices of the Rebel Army.

He strongly dislikes it when people underestimate his intelligence and make jokes about him having "stupid genes". When mocked for his lack of sophistication, he's quick to retaliate, scolding those who underestimate him, and will even resort to violence or intimidation if he feels provoked. Despite being a belligerent and ignorant individual, he can be surprisingly calm and composed during the heat of battle or when he isn't on the battlefield. He never fears his enemies due to a fear of being seen as a coward, but he will show prudent caution if there's a genuine reason to be concerned. He has always had a fondness for winter and working in snowy conditions, drawn to the cleanness of fresh snow and the challenge of battling through bitter cold, which he sees as a worthy obstacle to overcome during intense combat.

His phenomenal physicality and combat skills are matched only by the size of his ego. He frequently belittles those he doesn’t trust and makes crass, demoralising, and dehumanising remarks about his adversaries. While Allen’s superiority complex often gets the better of him, he’s a seasoned soldier who can endure more physical and mental punishment than his weaker comrades. However, he doesn’t view himself as superior to his family, close friends, most trusted comrades, General Morden, and the law. Besides his strength, stubbornness, and gusty courage, the only thing that keeps him alive is his devotion and unrelenting will to return home to his loving wife, Henrietta, and their children, Nancy and Allen Jr.

He deeply loves Henrietta and cherishes every moment with her, yet he can't help but find her intimidating due to her stern demeanour and piercing gaze. He loves Allen Jr. deeply, but their relationship is strained by his son's blunt criticism of his shortcomings and, more painfully, his alliance with the Rebel Army's sworn enemy. He recognizes that Allen Jr. views his actions as morally misguided, driven by an unwavering loyalty to General Morden. Additionally, he's aware that his son is troubled by his own superiority complex and impulsive decisions on the battlefield, which have repeatedly put his life at risk and led to past fatalities. Nevertheless, he does his best to support his son's military career and love life, while also respecting his capabilities as a fighter. He does notice that Allen Jr. doesn’t listen to him at times, which frustrates him. However, he chooses not to verbally address the issue, fearing it may further strain their already estranged relationship.

He shares a cordial relationship with General Morden, often bonding over drinks and swapping stories, especially after missions. Beneath Morden's tough exterior, he recognizes his struggles with alcoholism and the emotional toll of losing his family, and genuinely empathises with him. He looks up to him as a great leader due to his caring and respectful nature towards his soldiers, exceptional intelligence, and strong sense of justice. He vows to protect him at all costs, support the growth of his military strength, and ensure the success of his plans.

He harbours intense disdain for Abul Abbas, regarding him as a moronic nuisance and a poor excuse of a commanding officer. He shares the view of many Rebel soldiers and commanders that Abul is intolerable and unfit to serve their cause. Allen often mocks Abul's peculiar sense of smell, jokingly referring to it as "horny cognition" to annoy him. Despite Abul's incompetence, Allen O'Neil is genuinely surprised that he has managed to befriend General Morden, Sagan, and Logan. However, he refrains from complaining, deeming it pointless to waste his breath on someone he strongly hates.

He’s a good friend of Sagan, admiring her independence, resilience, and exceptional leadership abilities, which rival General Morden's in terms of tactical expertise and charisma. He treats her with the same respect he has for Morden, acknowledging her superior military rank and significant contributions to the Rebel Army's tactical prowess. He often goes out drinking with Sagan, assists her with her plans, helps implement her rigorous training programs for Rebel Army cadets, and playfully engages with her joking attitude.

He views Logan as somewhat infuriating and intimidating at times, yet treats him with equal respect alongside Sagan and Morden, recognizing his senior rank and crucial role in the Rebel Army's strategic planning and financial management. He admires Logan's easy-going attitude and willingness to offer him valuable advice on navigating more difficult tactical situations.

Backstory: Alister Titus O’Neil Sr. was born on November 17, 1984 in New Orleans, Louisiana, United States. He doesn’t remember his parents very well, as he didn’t spend much time with them, but he can recall his father being an Scottish-American chef and his Creole mother working as a construction worker. His parents instilled in him the importance of loyalty to loved ones and friends as well as the confidence to embrace his unique capabilities without shame. Tragically, at just 7 years old, his world was shattered when his mother was killed during a devastating robbery at a local convenience store. The loss proved too much for his father, who abandoned him, leaving him alone and frightened in a neighbourhood plagued by crime and bad influences.

Luckily for him, he was taken in by his uncle who, despite struggling with a fentanyl addiction and deep-seated feelings about systemic injustices, selflessly took him in. His uncle went above and beyond to raise him like the son he never had, teaching him essential school subjects and instilling in him a strong sense of social responsibility and courage to stand up against injustices. After his uncle's tragic death from a fentanyl overdose when Allen was just 13, he faced a harsh new reality and this pivotal event awakened his esper abilities. With no support system, he turned to a local gang for protection and began carrying blades for self-defence. As he gained more experience on the streets and honed his fighting skills, he gradually moved to firearms, progressively handling smaller weapons before moving on to larger ones. Following his revelation dream at 15, he dedicated himself to mastering his esper abilities.

At 16, Allen faced legal consequences for aggravated assault and burglary, leading to time in a juvenile detention centre. The Regular Army, recognizing his esper status, quickly intervened and offered guidance, aiming to mould him into a skilled soldier. The Regular Army offered him a stable home in a secure area of Scotland, aiming to provide a safer environment that would steer him away from a life of crime. With their therapeutic and parental support, he made a decision to turn his life around. Allen volunteered for social justice initiatives and animal welfare organisations to improve himself and give back to the community.

At 19, while working at an animal shelter, he met his future wife, Henrietta. A brief conversation about their future aspirations sparked a romance between them. As they went on multiple dates, their connection grew stronger. A year later, Allen proposed, and to his delight, she accepted. Soon after getting married, they welcomed their son, Allen Jr. Upon discovering a recruitment poster for the Regular Army, he felt a surge of purpose and a strong desire to fight for justice. This newfound passion prompted him to quit his old job and enlist in the Regular Army as a peacekeeping troop at the age of 22. After serving five years, he transitioned to the Marine Corps. Two days before his 30th birthday, he and Henrietta celebrated the birth of their daughter, Nancy. Their family grew again four years later with the adoption of two chestnut-fronted macaws, Shirley and Kingsley.

Allen's life took a dramatic turn when Donald Morden rescued him from a near-fatal confrontation with a notorious gang of terrorists and high-risk criminals, who had collaborated with pirates, in a volatile region of South Africa. Grateful for Morden's heroism, he offered his support and loyalty, forming a strong bond as a trusted friend and ally. A year later, following a successful mission against a dangerous criminal organisation bent on destabilising government authorities, Morden introduced Allen to Sagan and Logan. He formed strong bonds with Sagan and Logan, but their demanding schedules rarely allowed for downtime together.

He rose through the ranks to become a high-ranking peacekeeping troop in the Regular Army under Donald Morden's command, while also serving as a Lance Corporal in the Marine Corps. Renowned for his exceptional combat skills, toughness, and devotion to family, he was once known for his cool attitude. As Morden's most trusted soldier and the only esper under his command, he frequently received the most complex missions, which he executed with great success and enthusiasm. He always enjoyed fighting for Morden, just as he enjoyed unwinding with Henrietta, Nancy, and Allen Jr. after a tough day.

He played a crucial role in the Arms Deal Barrage, fighting as a soldier against the remnants of the Serapion Fellowship. Alongside fellow combatants, including Morden, Sagan, and Logan, he discovered the harsh reality of corruption within the Regular Army, a truth carefully concealed from the public. A small part of him yearned to defy them for their corruption, but Morden and Tequila cautioned against it, warning he'd land on their hit list. He faced off against 1st Lieutenant Wired in a fierce battle, alone and unsupported, yet he developed a hint of mutual respect for his opponent's tactical prowess and proficiency in grenades and armed combat.

After Morden defected from the Regular Army, Allen followed him out of loyalty and disappeared from public view for several years. During this period, Allen played a crucial role in building the Rebel Army's forces by brainwashing and training new recruits alongside Morden. He also contributed to the development of tactical plans with Logan and Morden and collaborated with Sagan on clandestine missions to raid weapon facilities and acquire advanced Tuatha Dé Danann technology.

When General Morden reemerged as the founding leader of the Rebel Army and launched his coup d'état, he stood by him, playing a pivotal role in the insurgency. Tasked with defending the supply warehouse at the summit of Käthehirt Valley, Allen single-handedly annihilated the troops brave enough to tackle the treacherous mountain. However, when Marco, Tarma, Tequila, Gimlet, and Red Eye ascended the mountain, they encountered Allen and were forced to engage him in battle. Gimlet and Red Eye managed to press onward, choosing to confront the Rebel Infantry instead of fighting their former comrade. After being burned alive and shot in the head for good measure, Allen was presumed dead.

Nevertheless, he would later be revived through his biological self-resurrection process and participate in the ambush on the Regular Army, Peregrine Falcons Squad, and S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S. troops. Under Morden's command, he brutally tortured and executed many of Marco’s and Tarma's comrades and friends. He played a major role in Tarma's torture, verbally exploiting his emotional sensitivity and insecurities about his academic intelligence. He also carried out General Morden's order to sever Marco's left arm.

Allen resurfaced in a secret Rebel Army base hidden in the Siberian frozen tundra, where he once again aided Morden in his plans for global conquest, this time in alliance with the Pipovulaj. When Regular Army troops infiltrated the base, Allen attempted to eliminate them but was ultimately defeated by Marco, Eri, Tarma, and Fio. In the heat of combat, Allen unleashed a ferocious strike, brutally severing Tarma's right forearm. His lifeless body plummeted down a snowy cliff and was devoured by a giant orca. However, a nearby patrol of Pipovulaj troops recovered his newly resurrected remains after Marco's team departed to confront General Morden. This traumatic incident has left him with a lingering fear and hatred towards orcas, whom he now perceives as viewing humans solely as prey. The experience has also filled him with disgust, haunted by the memory of the orca's inner anatomy.

After the Extraterrestrial Alliance Clash, Allen, Sagan, Logan, and some Rebel Infantrymen and cadets, along with a few Morden sympathisers, hatched a plan for a revenge attack on the South Pacific training island owned by the Peregrine Falcons Squad. Their aim was to install and house the earthquake-causing weapon, the Cabracan, which was jointly built by the Rebel Army, Pipovulaj, and Amadeus Syndicate, in their new base of operations. This was necessary as their previous bases had been raided.

To achieve this, Allen and Sagan disguised themselves as drill instructors and led a group of Regular Army and Peregrine Falcons Squad cadets to a remote island in the South Pacific. Unbeknownst to the cadets, Allen had secretly brainwashed them, implanting a false sense of security and focusing their minds solely on training. Their sinister intention was to use the cadets and any Intelligence Agency agents on the island as hostages and test subjects for the experimental simian and mantis transformation serums developed by Doctor Amadeus.

Once Division 6 and the uncaptured cadets infiltrated the main base, he and his platoon of land troops would engage in a fierce clash with Allen Jr., Walter, and Dilovar. He would discover that his son had joined the archenemy of the Rebel Army, a revelation that had been previously kept secret from him. He felt a deep sense of betrayal, but he knew it would be rash to turn on his son simply because of their differing allegiances. With a heavy heart, he accepted the fact that Allen Jr. had chosen to serve the Regular Army, and it seemed unlikely that he would ever switch sides. Before he could retreat with his surviving soldiers, Walter and Dilovar took his life in a furious act of retribution for their fallen comrades. Fortunately, Sagan was able to recover his body, which was undergoing a biological self-resurrection process.

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Unlike vertebrates, plants do not have an adaptive immune system. Nonetheless, plants can launch specific, self-tolerant immune responses and establish immune memory.

To promote virulence, pathogens inject effector molecules that target conserved immune signalling hubs into the plant cell. In response, plants have evolved resistance (R) proteins that detect effector-induced perturbations in these hubs, providing the potential to specifically recognize a large number of pathogens with similar infection strategies through a smaller number of R proteins.

Intraspecific and interspecific plant crosses suggest that autoimmunity can arise from self-reacting R proteins, illustrating the threat of uncontrolled R protein activity. Dynamic transcriptional and post-transcriptional regulation of R protein levels is thought to minimize the risk of autoimmunity in plants.

Pathogen-infected tissues generate a mobile immune signal consisting of multiple proteins as well as lipid-derived and hormone-like molecules. These signal molecules are transported to systemic tissues, where they induce systemic acquired resistance (SAR). SAR is associated with the systemic reprogramming of thousands of genes to prioritize immune responses over routine cellular requirements.

Epigenetic modifications and site-specific chromatin remodelling seem to provide a long-lasting memory of pathogen attack. They are also hypothesized to induce genome rearrangements in specific loci, which can be transmitted to subsequent generations.

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Embers of Hope; Part Two

Pairing: Wakanda!Bucky x FOC

Summary: In the tranquil isolation of Wakanda, Bucky Barnes confronts the weight of his trauma while forging a reluctant bond with a mysterious woman aiding his recovery. As her own devastating secret emerges, their shared struggles ignite a fragile hope for redemption and resilience in the face of insurmountable odds.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Themes of emotional distress, unresolved trauma, guilt, terminal illness, risky medical procedures.

Notes: No one asked for this but I already had it done so I figured I’d post it and if anyone wants this to continue I’ll do it! I’ll probably keep writing anyway lol

Part One

The lab was alive with energy. Shuri paced back and forth in front of the holographic display, vibrant equations and genetic sequences glowing in the air as she scrolled through her data. Her usual confidence radiated brighter than ever, but beneath it was a restrained urgency. This could be the breakthrough they had all been waiting for.

Dallas sat at the edge of a sleek, sterile table, her legs swinging nervously. She watched Shuri with a mix of awe and trepidation. For the first time in what felt like forever, there was a small flicker of hope in her chest, but it was wrapped tightly in fear.

Shuri turned to her, her eyes gleaming. “Dallas,” she said with a triumphant smile, “I think I’ve got it.”

Dallas’s breath hitched. “Got what, exactly?”

Shuri gestured to the hologram. “This—this is your genetic profile, combined with what we’ve learned about the serum you’ve been relying on. I’ve been studying the changes your father made to your DNA, trying to understand not just the powers you were given, but the degradation it’s caused to your cells.” She paused for a moment, taking a breath. “I believe I’ve found a way to stop the degeneration altogether.”

Dallas blinked, her mind racing to keep up. “You mean… permanently? No more injections, no more temporary fixes?”

Shuri nodded, her smile widening. “Yes. Permanently.”

The words hung in the air, almost too heavy for Dallas to process. Permanently. A solution that wasn’t just a bandage, but a cure. A chance to live without constantly counting down the days, wondering how much time she had left.

But the flicker of hope was quickly overshadowed by doubt. She frowned, her hands clenching the edge of the table. “How? How is that even possible?”

Shuri approached, her tone softening as she explained. “Your DNA was altered at the most fundamental level before you were even born. The process wasn’t perfect, and the instability is what’s been causing your health to deteriorate as your powers grow stronger. I believe we can stabilize your DNA using nanotechnology. Essentially, the nanites will act as microscopic surgeons, repairing the damage on a cellular level and reprogramming the faulty sequences.”

Dallas swallowed hard. It sounded like something out of science fiction. “And this… this won’t just slow it down? It’ll stop it?”

Shuri gave her a steady look. “It’s never been attempted on this scale, but if it works…” She smiled gently. “Your body will stop degrading. You’ll have a chance at a normal life.” Shuri catches herself, letting a soft laugh out. “As normal of a life you can have with telekinetic abilities.” 

Dallas swallowed hard, her throat suddenly tight. The weight of the words hit Dallas like a freight train. A normal life. It was something she hadn’t dared to dream of for so long. The hope surged, bright and overwhelming, but it was quickly tempered by fear. For the first time in years, she felt the faintest flicker of hope. But it scared her. That flicker could burn out just as quickly as it had appeared, leaving her in the same darkness she’d been living in for years.

“What’s the catch?” Dallas asked, her voice trembling. “There’s always a catch.”

Shuri hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “The procedure is complex and risky. We’ll have to put you under for several hours while the nanites do their work. They’ll be interfacing directly with your DNA, which means your body will be under significant stress. There’s a chance your powers could react… unpredictably during the process.”

Dallas’s throat tightened. “So there’s a chance it could kill me… or I could hurt you.”

Shuri tilted her head, her gaze steady. “There’s always a risk, Dallas. But this is the best shot we’ve got. If it works, you won’t just survive—you’ll thrive… We’ll take all the necessary precautions, I promise.”

The room fell silent, the weight of the decision pressing down on them both. Dallas stared at the holograms, her mind spinning. For so long, she had resigned herself to the inevitability of her death. The serums had bought her time, but they were a temporary fix. Now, for the first time, she could see a future that wasn’t overshadowed by her illness.

But the fear was still there. The fear of hoping too much, of letting herself believe this could work only to have it all come crashing down.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Dallas admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want to believe you, Shuri. I want to believe that I can actually have a life. But what if it doesn’t work? What if this is just… false hope?”

Shuri placed a hand on her shoulder, her expression gentle but firm. “I can’t promise you it’ll work, Dallas. But I wouldn’t suggest this if I didn’t believe in it. You’ve fought so hard to stay alive, to make it this far. This is your chance to stop surviving and start living.”

Dallas closed her eyes, her heart pounding. She wanted to believe. She wanted to throw herself into this with everything she had. But the scars of her past—the guilt, the fear, the loss—they made it so hard to trust in anything good.

Dallas blinked back tears and looked at Shuri, forcing a shaky smile. “What’s the timeline?”

“We can perform the surgery in a week,” Shuri replied. “The prep work will take a few days, and we’ll need to ensure your body is in the best possible condition before we begin. But once we’re ready, we can proceed.”

Dallas nodded slowly, her hands gripping the edge of the table. She needed to process this—needed time to let the idea settle in her mind. “Thank you, Shuri,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “I don’t… I don’t even know what to say.”

“You don’t need to say anything,” Shuri replied gently. “Take the time you need. But know this, Dallas—you’ve fought so hard to get to this point. Now it’s time for us to fight for you.” _______

The sun was setting as Dallas made her way to the village, the sky painted in warm hues of orange and purple. The path was familiar now, and she followed it instinctively, her thoughts racing. She hadn’t told Bucky about Shuri’s breakthrough yet. She needed to see him, to talk to him, to share this sliver of hope even if she couldn’t fully believe in it herself.

When she reached the small hut where Bucky was staying, she found him sitting on a small stool, sharpening a knife with deliberate, practiced movements. He looked up when he saw her, his expression softening.

“Hey,” he said simply, setting the knife aside. “You okay?”

Dallas hesitated for a moment before stepping closer and sitting down on a neighboring log of wood. The cool evening air brushed against her skin, grounding her as she searched for the right words.

“I think Shuri might’ve done it,” she said finally, her voice quiet. “She thinks she’s figured out how to stop it. Permanently.”

Bucky’s brow furrowed slightly, his blue eyes scanning her face. “Stop it?” he echoed.

Dallas nods slowly, her eyes pinned to the dirt in front of her. “The mutations,” Dallas explained. “She thinks she can fix it. There’s a procedure—a surgery. It’s risky, but if it works…” She trailed off, her voice faltering. “If it works, I’ll actually… live.”

Bucky was silent for a moment, processing her words. She could see the understanding in his eyes—the way he recognized the cautious hope in her voice, the way he knew exactly why she wasn’t letting herself fully believe it yet.

“That’s good news,” he said finally, his voice calm and steady. “Isn’t it?”

Dallas nodded, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. “It is. It’s the best news I’ve had in… forever. But I’m scared, Bucky. I’m scared to hope for something I’ve never let myself believe in before. What if it doesn’t work? What if I let myself believe in it, and it just…” She shook her head, her voice breaking. “I don’t think I can take that.”

Bucky leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at her. “I get it,” he said quietly. “Trusting something’s gone for good? It’s not easy. Every time I hear someone say the words ‘Winter Soldier,’ I still feel like I’m waiting for it to come back. For Hydra to come back.” He paused, his gaze steady. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to believe it’s gone.”

Dallas met his eyes, her chest tight with emotion. She could see the truth in his words—the way he carried his own cautious hope, the way he understood the constant battle between fear and belief.

“What if I can’t let myself believe in it?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Then don’t,” Bucky said simply. “Not yet. Just take it one step at a time. You don’t have to dive in headfirst. Just… keep moving forward. And when you’re ready, you’ll know.”

Dallas felt a tear slip down her cheek, and she quickly wiped it away. “You make it sound so easy.”

“It’s not,” Bucky admitted, his voice soft. “But you’re not doing it alone. You’ve got Shuri, and the people here. And you’ve got me.”

She smiled faintly, the weight on her chest lifting just slightly. “Thank you, Bucky.”

He nodded, leaning back slightly as the sun dipped below the horizon. They sat together in silence for a while, the world around them quiet and still. For the first time in a long time, Dallas let herself feel that faintest flicker of hope—not enough to overwhelm her, but enough to keep her moving forward. _______

The sterile glow of the lab was brighter than usual, the Wakandan technology humming softly as it prepared for the most critical procedure Dallas had ever faced. Shuri moved with her usual efficiency, her expression calm and focused as she explained the final steps to her team. Dallas sat on the edge of the surgical table, her hands fidgeting in her lap as Shuri prepared the equipment. The holograms surrounding her displayed intricate details of DNA strands, medical charts, and blueprints of the procedure that would change everything—or so they hoped.

Dallas’s nerves were on edge. The room felt colder than usual too, or maybe it was just the icy grip of fear creeping into her chest. She had decided to go through with the surgery, despite the risks, despite the uncertainty. But now that the moment was here, she couldn’t shake the knot in her stomach.

Shuri approached her, carrying a sleek Wakandan tablet. Her calm and composed demeanor was a grounding force. “We’re ready when you are,” Shuri said gently, placing a reassuring hand on Dallas’s shoulder. “How are you feeling?”

“Nervous,” Dallas admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. She glanced around the room, taking in the faces of the medical team bustling with quiet efficiency. “But… I’m ready. I think.

Shuri nodded, offering her a small smile. “You’ve got this. We’ve got this. Just trust me, alright?”

Dallas managed a faint smile, though her nerves were still buzzing. As Shuri turned to adjust one of the machines, a thought struck her, and she hesitated before speaking again. “Does Bucky know?” she asked, her voice tentative. “Does he know I’m… having the procedure today?”

Shuri tilted her head slightly, her expression softening. “He does. I told him this morning.”

The words settled in Dallas’s chest like a stone. She felt an odd pang of disappointment, though she quickly tried to push it aside. She hadn’t expected him to show up—he had no reason to, no obligation. But still, a small part of her had hoped he might. She hated herself for feeling that way, for wanting him to care enough to be here.

“Okay,” Dallas said quietly, her voice betraying none of her emotions. She forced a tight smile, hoping Shuri wouldn’t notice the flicker of hurt in her eyes. “Good. That’s good.”

Shuri studied her for a moment as if sensing the unspoken thoughts swirling in her mind. But she didn’t press. Instead, she offered a reassuring squeeze to her shoulder. “He has his own way of dealing with things,” she said gently. “But right now, this is about you. Focus on yourself, Dallas. You deserve that.”

Dallas nodded, forcing herself to breathe deeply as Shuri and her team began their final preparations. She closed her eyes, letting the hum of the machines lull her into a fragile calm. Whatever happened next, she had to believe that she’d done everything she could.

Dallas laid back on the surgical table, her heart pounding. The sterile light above her felt blinding, and she closed her eyes to block it out. She focused on her breathing, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside her.

The procedure was groundbreaking, uncharted territory even for Wakanda. They were about to rewrite the very fabric of her DNA, undoing the damage her father had inflicted before she was even born. It was her one shot at survival—a chance to finally live without the constant shadow of death looming over her.

But as much as she wanted to believe in it, the fear was still there. The fear of failure. The fear of hope being snatched away again.

Shuri leaned over her, her voice steady and soothing. “Dallas, we’re going to administer the sedative now. When you wake up, it’ll be done. Just trust us, okay?”

Dallas opened her eyes, meeting Shuri’s gaze. There was so much she wanted to say, but the words felt trapped in her throat. Instead, she simply nodded. “Okay,” she whispered.

As the sedative began to take effect, her thoughts grew hazy, and her breathing slowed. The last thing she saw before her eyes closed was the faint glow of Wakandan technology surrounding her, and Shuri’s face—a calm and reassuring presence in a storm of uncertainty.

And then, she drifted into darkness, her last conscious thought a silent wish that, maybe, just maybe, this time hope would win. _______

Dallas blinked groggily, the dim light of the lab filtering through her half-open eyes. Her body felt heavy, her head spinning as she tried to make sense of where she was. The sterile scent of the room brought her back to reality—it was over. The surgery was done.

Her heart rate picked up as her eyes darted around the room. The medical equipment was still buzzing softly, the monitors displaying steady readings. But the room was empty. No Shuri. No team. Just silence.

The knot of panic began to tighten, her breathing shallow as she tried to sit up. Her hand instinctively moved to the IV in her arm, the tape tugging at her skin as she adjusted it. She tried to calm her spiraling thoughts, but the silence only fed the unease creeping into her chest. Her mind began to spiral. Was something wrong? Did it fail? Why was she alone? Panic bubbled up in her chest, but before it could fully take over, the door to the lab slid open with a quiet hiss.

Bucky stepped in, a glass of water in hand. His expression softened when he saw her awake, and he immediately moved to her side. “Hey,” he said, his voice low and steady. He set the glass down on the small table beside her and placed his hand on the back of the chair he’d clearly been sitting in before. “You’re awake. How are you feeling?”

Dallas stared at him for a moment, her panic ebbing away but confusion still lingering. “Where’s Shuri?” she asked, her voice hoarse and barely above a whisper.

Bucky exhaled softly and sat down in the chair, leaning forward slightly. “Shuri’s resting. She’s been at this for hours—she wanted to be here when you woke up, but I told her I’d stay and make sure you weren’t alone.”

Dallas’s chest tightened again, though it wasn’t from fear this time. She stared at him, her voice barely a whisper. “You stayed?”

“Yeah,” he said simply as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I wasn’t gonna leave you here by yourself.”

Her throat felt tight, but she forced herself to focus. “Did she say anything? About the surgery? Did it… work?” The words came out fast, almost frantic.

Bucky hesitated, his blue eyes steady as he met her gaze. “She said it’s too early to tell,” he explained gently. “Your body needs time to adjust, and they’ll have to monitor you. They need to see how everything holds up before they can say for sure.”

Dallas sank back against the pillows, her chest heavy with a mix of relief and lingering dread. She’d made it through the surgery, but the uncertainty still loomed. It wasn’t over yet.

Bucky seemed to sense her spiraling thoughts. He reached for the glass of water, holding it out to her. “Here. You’ve been out for a while. Drink.”

She took the glass, her hands trembling slightly, and took a small sip. The cool water soothed her dry throat, but it did little to calm the storm inside her. “It’s going to take time,” she echoed quietly, more to herself than to him. “That’s what Shuri said?”

“Yeah,” Bucky said. He leaned back slightly, his flesh hand resting on his thigh. “But she also said she’s optimistic. You’ve come this far, Dallas. You’ve got this.”

Dallas glanced at him, her lips pressing into a faint, wry smile. “Since when are you the optimist?” she teased lightly, though her voice was still tinged with exhaustion.

“Don’t get used to it,” he replied, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. But his expression softened as he looked at her, his voice low and sincere. “I’m serious, though. You’re stronger than you think.”

Her smile faded, and for a moment, the room was quiet save for the soft hum of the machines. She looked down at the glass in her hands, her mind still racing but her heart just slightly lighter. He’d stayed. Even when she hadn’t expected him to, even when she’d tried to convince herself it didn’t matter, he’d stayed.

“Thanks,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. She glanced back up at him, her eyes meeting his. “For being here.”

Bucky nodded, his gaze steady. “You don’t have to thank me.”

But the way he said it—the way he looked at her—made her feel like, for once, she wasn’t fighting this battle alone. And for the first time in a long time, she let herself hold onto that.

[shree3redranger]

Also since it’s been stated many times that fully programmed nanites are designed to cure diseases, end starvation, mutations, grow new cells, and health problems by working on a genetic cellular level even by the creator himself, rex should be able to cure the Ultimen of their massive cellular degradation ( especially since he was injected with the first batch of fully programmed ones at the age of 10 ) by filling their body with his nanites to repair and cure it plus since his omega nanite can make an unlimited supply of nanites it definitely shouldn’t be a problem at all

And Rex’s nanites were reprogrammed to now disregard the photo-reactive coding to specific genes by emitting a frequency tone pulse to cure people like were-EVO’s with dominant gene traits like werewolf syndrome that can gain control over their transformations now without turning at night or losing control

So it should definitely be possible that he could cure mutants too

[gothicdicordia]

Ok the big secret is I don't want my organs removed because IF I reach a point of inflection in time where my body can be rejuvenated that my womb will be intact and I could have children.

And I honestly cheaped out on implants because I wanted the space for my teeth to regrow in five years.

And because the type of tech I anticipate will be a regulation system augment basically reprogramming cellular activity using the bodies own system - I figure rejuvenating vs regrowing would be more efficient.

You wouldn't have to supplement the system with outside building blocks to handle extra cell growth.

Thing is if any of this is possible and I reach this point in time anything within physical laws would be possible. And with proper supplemental nutrition one could grow anything.

I still don't want you to kill my uterus. It's part of me. I can't emphasize this enough. I'm adverse. My deepest core pain and body horror has been completely activated.