Samayl-v

Week One -- The Stellae-Lucis valued perfection above all else, and Ram was far from perfect. He was one of the lucky ones, his mother told him. If it weren't for being conceived amongst the poor back on his home planet, his mother would have never been allowed to carry him to term. Vexxils were bred under specific parameters, and his extra set of limbs did not fall under that. From the moment he was born amongst the hay and corn in his master's little shed, his mother hid him. If he was found, he would be exterminated, least he end up breeding and spreading his disease. Despite vexxils being valued for their grunt work, even the poor, who often could not afford high quality vexxils, chose to emulate that of the rich: if it looked out of place, and not pretty, then it could not be so. And to the Stellae-Lucis, he knew he wasn't pretty. His mother named him Rammus, like the big horned, cloven hoofed creatures that her master spent much of his days toiling over. Sometimes she would

He set aside the tablet he finished reading and set it on top of the growing stack of tablets that littered the library desk. Formulas and letters floated about in his brain, and strings of alleles and data sheets danced in his head like little fireflies all blurred together at the edges. On weekends, when he was alone, he often went to the library to read. It was a slow, horrid process, but he was determined to get better at it. Starting off with the most interesting books may not have been the best idea, considering he hardly understood most of what he read, but the things that did stick would probably be useful to him. Probably. If anything, the pictures were pretty to look at : strings of DNA and star maps and local fauna. The final tablet was a thin purple one that he picked up on a whim. The letters on the side read, Altering Adult Genetics. He thought it was going to be about the Stellae-Lucis at first. After all, from what he gathered about them, they were often pretentious