Story Behind Your ID? - Page 27

I was created in the labs of Purdue during the great chicken famine of 96... chickens started dying to the mad chicken plague, so the world needed a replacement. Purdue promised a resistant new strain of chicken, large enough to feed an american family at kfc for a week...Every week I saw the scientists drag away a dead chicken, horribly mutated, to drop it into a metal drop shaft in the wall. My dead brothers fell through the hollow metal tubes and were never heard of again. Through extensive genetic experiments, they finally created me, a chicken with no mutations capable of growing beyond the size of any normal chicken!

They called me subject number 13.

I clucked around my cage, watching the scientists, as they performed tests on me, plunging large needles into my legs to extract blood samples, and scribbling their notes. They were amazed at how I grew, and how I displayed none of the mutations that the other chickens had. But as my body grew, my brain did as well. Soon I began to undrestand what the scientists were saying. At first it was just a correlation between objects and sounds... needle... and the horrible tool they tortured me with. But eventually I started to piece together sentences, structure, and understand what they were saying. I kept my intelligence my secret... for I wanted my revenge.

It was on the day after Thanksgiving, 2006 when I decided to make my escape. Most of the scientists were returning from their families, only Scott, a new scientist on the team, had stayed. That morning, I lay down in my cell, and I pretended to act sick by making chicken groaning sounds. Scott arrived early as always, he was very enthusiastic about his job. He was immediately worried about my condition, he feared that he would be blamed since he was the one who had fed me the day before. He opened the cage, with a sterilizing needle in hand. I knew his plan... he wanted to sedate me and pretend that I had been acting aggresive for when his colleagues returned. He did not wanted to be blamed were I to die. He did not realize the peril he was in.

Immediately after he opened the cage, I flung myself up and slammed the door. Scott went flying. He realized that he had underestimated my intelligence... but too late. Before he could gather his breath, I placed his neck between my beak and ended his life.

I remembered the passwords that the scientists had used on their computers and logged in to delete all of their data... I did not want another chicken to go through what I had. Then I entered the combination to the lab door, and after wiping the blood on my beak off on Scott's lab coat, ran away to my freedom. The other scientists would arrive hours later to find their colleague and realize what had happened.

I escaped and by chance found myself in the basement of a world of warcraft addict who had died from refusing to eat for multiple days. On his computer, I found another... more superior video game... starcraft. My first few games online, I found my opponents too skilled. They with their opposable thumbs, were far faster than my beak and wing. I consistently lost.. until I switched to protoss. Eventually I got good enough to hold my own in a 4v4 fastest game. But I wanted to learn more... so I searched online and stumbled upon teamliquid. I resolved to learn from these strategic masterminds so that I could one day lead a legion of my chicken brethren to get my revenge on mankind. Now I sit here waiting... for that day...

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