Snapshots

[Tyra Crawford]

== For Mayfair's subplot ==

[Robin Mayfair]

== Twenty-two years ago ==

Adigeon Prime (neutral world)

"Come in, come in." The tall Edosian motioned the family into his office warmly, pointing with his middle arm towards a couch along the wall. The office itself showed the doctor's passion for botany, and was filled with pots with plants from at least a half dozen worlds. "I am Doctor Kizol. Welcome to Keyrion City. I trust your trip was pleasant?"

The human family, three in all, entered a little hesitantly. Karlos Mayfair rubbed his stubbly chin. A colony rancher by trade, he was unfamiliar (and uncomfortable) with the trappings of the wider galaxy. The grizzled human, his skin having a natural deep tan and already showing the effects of years of sun exposure, returned the smile... his less warm. He didn't want to seem desperate, but the strange alien in front of him might be his daughter's last hope. 

Sonja Mayfair followed her husband, pushing a large traditional wheeled stroller. A smaller woman with a round face and blonde hair, she looked more nervous than her husband. The girl inside the stroller was no baby but a slightly overweight blond girl of at least four. Sonja looked around warily and parked the stroller, reaching down with a cloth to wipe a stream of drool from the girl's mouth. The child giggled and looked at the alien doctor with uncomprehending eyes. She took a seat next to her husband and daughter as Dr. Kizol took a seat in front of them, one specially designed for his three-legged anatomy. 

"Thank you for seeing us, Doctor. If you can't help us I don't think there's anyone in the galaxy who can."

The Edosian nodded. "Of course. I've looked over the medical records you sent. I daresay the Federation would not be happy knowing that you've shared them with us. They don't approve of what we do here, to say the least." He drummed his three-fingered hand on the chair's armrest. "I've been working in this field for forty years and this is the first case of Turean’s Syndrome I've ever run across, even more surprisingly in a human. It's more common on Denobula, but they figured out a treatment for it a century ago so we never see any children with it. Based on the genetic profiles of yourself and Mrs. Mayfair you sent I've found strands of Denobulan DNA in your genetic code, likely from about three centuries ago. Distant ancestors."

Karlos nodded. The Federation scientists who'd examined Robin had found the same thing. Alien-human mixing was extremely uncommon on Iota Tau, and there weren't good records of who the Denobulan ancestor might have been since it was before the family had moved to the barren colony world. It was just a trace... but it was killing his daughter. 

The doctor continued. "And what would cure a Denobulan child would kill little Robin. Mr. Mayfair, I believe we can help you."

The rancher and his wife couldn't help but show relief, but it was tempered with wariness. "The Federation doctors said there was no cure. At least, one that was legal and available. They just couldn't perform a resequencing of that magnitude, and I got the impression that the problem was that that they wouldn't." There was a cold anger in the man's southern-accented voice. 

Kizol's mouth curled into a slight frown. He had a rather low opinion of the Federation's ban on genetic engineering. It was one reason he practiced here on a neutral world where such matters weren't illegal. 

"Partially, sir. The DNA that they required wasn't available legally in the Federation, and even if they had access to it they wouldn't use it, not even to save your daughter's life. It's Augment DNA."

Karlos Mayfair looked at him. He was a rancher, but he was a bit of a history buff and was fully aware of the Eugenics War on Earth. "What are you saying, Doctor? That to save her life..."

"Robin would have to become an Augment, yes. Based on the files we're looking at replacement of about two thirds of her DNA, and a careful editing of what remains to expunge every last trace of the defective code. It's one of the most extreme cases I've ever worked on. Some Federation citizens come here to have their children's DNA enhanced, but this goes well beyond what's typical." He paused, worried that the Mayfairs were going to storm out of his office... but neither adult moved. The girl in the stroller babbled, her words only partially understandable. 

He continued. "Despite what history teaches, Augments aren't psychopathic monsters. In virtually every case they were raised with monstrous beliefs in their own supremacy, denied even basic parental love, and twisted into something terrible. It's a perfect example of nature vs nurture, in my not-so-humble opinion."

The Edosian tapped a control on his armrest and genetic profile appeared in holographic form on the coffee table in front of the family. DNA strands began to be snipped out and replaced in the girl's genetic code. "Please understand, this is a complicated and lengthy procedure. Should you agree Robin will be spending the next year here on Adigeon Prime. We have to get it all, and we have to make sure the replacement genetic code is stable. Even for our facility this is a bit of uncharted territory and there may be complications."

Sonja spoke up for the first time. "So you're saying to expect side effects. Like what?"

Doctor Kizol smiled at the woman. Despite her reluctance to speak she was clearly very perceptive. 

"We don't know. Please don't misunderstand, we do know what we're doing. Robin isn't going to grow a third arm or anything." His joke drew only slight smiles from the Mayfairs, except for Robin who suddenly laughed loudly... despite having no understanding of the conversation. "But there may be minor changes, likely cosmetic. I can tell you based on experience her appearance will change. Remember, well over two thirds of her won't be related to you anymore."

"My daughter is dying, doctor. She might have another decade left, but it won't be a pleasant one. She's already lost so much." Karlos was choking up a little, and concentrated for a moment to keep his voice neutral. "She was so bright and talkative when she was younger. Her memory is shot, her bones are brittle, and she's having more and more seizures. She's lost a lot of her language. If that means we're desperate, well, we are, and I'm not ashamed to say so." 

"I understand, Mr. Mayfair. I just want you to be prepared. Again, any side effects won't be life threatening or crippling. I already have the computers working out the specifics, and right now they estimate a 92.2% chance of success. 100% that we will stop the progress of the Turean’s Syndrome, but we can do more. We can't restore what was lost, but she will make up for it and then go beyond. Far beyond. But your daughter will be, in many ways, a new girl. Different."

He waited for the parents to ask questions, but they were clearly clinging to the life preserver he had thrown them. The doctor continued.

"Robin will be far more intelligent, likely a genius, with perfect memory and the ability to learn at a vastly accelerated rate. She will be amazingly fast, with enhanced hand-eye coordination and reflexes. She will be healthier than you can imagine, possibly to the point of being immune to virtually all diseases. Her senses will incredibly enhanced." He paused. "Those are not side effects. They are part and parcel of the Augment DNA. Be prepared for them."

He smiled. He didn't want to say so to the desperate family, but he was looking forward to this. A chance to really push the limits of his skills and those of his team. The girl was a blank canvas to paint on, and if he didn't tell her parents some of his ideas then that was fine. He'd spent years examining the Augment DNA in their archives and was fascinated by the incredible artistry of it. Its creators had set out to push the human form to its limits, and if they hadn't been so fanatical about creating a new, better human race what could have been achieved? 

And if he felt a little guilty at underselling the potential dangers, then what of it? Despite his words there was considerable debate about the megalomaniacal tendencies of the Eugenics War Augments. It was Kizol's opinion that the problem was their atrocious upbringings. This might be the perfect chance to prove his theories to his colleagues. The Mayfairs were clearly a loving (if old-fashioned) family who cared so deeply for their daughter that they were willing to risk everything. If they could raise an Augment and have her turn out to be a sane and respectable member of society, well, he'd be more than happy to make the other geneticists eat crow. And if not, well, how much harm could one crazed Augment do on a backwards colony world? 

They wanted their daughter cured. He would cure her. 

Karlos and Sonja Mayfair talked briefly among themselves. Both looked at their daughter. She had spent years being poked and prodded by the useless colony doctors and the even more useless Federation doctors. Neither parent could imagine, really, just what 'different' meant in this regard, and being told that one consequence of the treatment would be that the girl would be better at almost everything was hardly a deterrent. But they had no choice, and they knew it.

"Very well, Doctor. We agree. I've already submitted payment information to your staff." 

This wasn't a Federation facility, and Adigeon Prime hospitals didn't do charity. But the family was wealthy and the cost wasn't important. Sonja had sold the mining rights to a dilithium-rich asteroid her father had left her to a Ferengi mining interest. Even with the incredibly unfavorable deal she'd agreed to the payment was more than enough to cover any treatment here, even if it took multiple years. But Karlos would have sold his vast ranch and moved the family back to Earth if necessary. He was glad he didn't have to. It was all he had. Besides family.

"Excellent. I'll have the forms ready for you to sign within the hour. Will you be staying here with Robin? We do have a facility for families."

Karlos held up his hand. "My wife will. I'm going to have to return to the ranch to keep it running, so I'll be returning every month or two to see how the treatment is progressing. Will that be a problem?" 

"Not at all, Mr. Mayfair. I think you're going to be amazed at the changes in your daughter every time you return."

The rancher stood up and offered his hand, completely unconcerned at whether or not Edosians shook hands. The doctor took it with his right hand and gave a warm smile as he shook. Now it was time to get to work, to see if he really could deliver on his promises.... but he really didn't doubt himself.

== To be continued==

[Robin Mayfair]

== One month later ==

"Doc'tr!" the little girl yelled as she rose to her feet, and then immediately fell to her knees with her hands over her ears. "Owwwwwww too loud!" Those words brought on another round of obvious pain.

"Robin, you have to whisper." The Edosian doctor gave a sympathetic look at the girl's mother, sitting on a couch reading. He kneeled down so he could look the child in the eyes and smiled. "Remember. Whisper. You won't have to for long." She looked up at him, tears in her eyes, but she clearly listened to his words.

"'Kay," she said quietly. She wiped the tears away with the sleeve of her gown, then held up a stuffed doll. "Look what I got." It was a old cartoon character from Earth's past, a character he was completely unfamiliar with. "He's Mickey."

Doctor Kizol smiled again. "He's very nice. Can I talk to your mama outside? She'll be right back." The girl nodded and plopped down on her butt, conversation clearly over and intent on playing with her new toy. Sonjia Mayfair rose, put her book down, and followed the doctor out of the darkened and quiet room. As the door slid closed the two of them looked at Robin through the one-way glass.

Out here sound wasn't suppressed. The entire recovery room where the child sat was a small holodeck that the staff of the facility could configure as they wished. Right now it was set up as a combination playroom and sleep room. The toy was holographic but the geneticist had already decided to replicate her a real one. Inside sound was muted and lights were kept dim so as not to overwhelm the child's newly expanding senses. She wasn't used to them and even minor noise and light were terribly painful. Robin's vocal outburst had been dampened to others, but no holodeck could suppress the noise that was transmitted through the bones in her skull.

"We're at 33%, Mrs. Mayfair. We should be able to raise the room settings to 66% by late next week, if she continues to make progress. Hopefully within three weeks she can leave the room without requiring noise cancellation and dark glasses. It's remarkable progress."

"And her hair and eyes, Doctor?"

The child's formerly blonde hair had grown out quite a bit since the procedure had begun. They didn't want to cut it until she grew less tactually sensitive, but it was clearly showing brilliant purple with only the ends still blonde.

"Those are due to the replacement chromosomes from the Augment genetic samples. That particular set was the best match for Robin, but they do show signs of artificial manipulation of hair and eye color. Remember, we didn't create those samples. They're centuries old. Whoever did create them intended for that result. We could attempt to go in and..."

Mrs. Mayfair cut him off. "No. That's not important. Her eyes are beautiful. They're like gemstones. And I'm not concerned about her hair. She can always dye it. I was just curious."

The Edosian nodded. "I wanted to stop by and bring you the latest test results personally. She still has another 14 sessions to go through, but at this point we can officially declare that her Turean’s Syndrome has been eliminated."

Tears appeared in Sonjia's eyes but she didn't say anything. She merely looked at the doctor with gratitude.

"Her DNA won't further degenerate and we're making progress on repairing the damage. So far her body is adapting to the changes well."

"I'm teaching her to read, Doctor."

"Really? Remarkable. She's only been out of sedation for two weeks. How much progress have you made?"

"Pre-Kindergarten level. The alphabet and phonics. She's already starting to figure out unfamiliar words. I was a schoolteacher before I married Karlos, and I've never seen anything like it. Her language skills have already recovered to the level she was at before the condition took hold. I think I'm going to need access to materials."

The Edosian laughed. "Done. We have plenty available, a full library of print and electronic books. Once she adjusts to her senses we can transfer you to a room with holotables and anything else you need in order to facilitate her education. It's good that you're starting now. Her mind is growing at an incredible rate. It needs to be nourished."

== To be continued ==