The Gene Generation

Hayden Technologies...

birthplace of what

was supposed to be

our greatest scientific

breakthrough.

Jackie has been unresponsive

to all treatments.

I mean, naturally,

I guarantee nothing, but...

the procedure may

be the last hope.

Led by Dr. Josephine Hayden,

my team created a device

capable of instantly

reconfiguring human DNA.

Try that now.

By manipulating genetic code

we learned to heal wounds,

cure disease

all in a matter of seconds.

Our miracle device

was known as The Transcoder.

There is no precedent

for this technology.

But even miracles

have their cost.

Dr. Josephine Hayden

found herself a victim

of her own tragedy,

her DNA mutated, leaving her

a monster beyond recognition.

I realized that The Transcoder's

calibration to the user's unique DNA

meant unpredictable consequences

when operated by anyone

but its creator.

I also realized its

potential use as a weapon.

As one of the only

surviving scientists

of the Hayden Technologies disaster,

I felt it my duty

to stay in Olympia,

perhaps restore the reputation

and honorable uses

of genetic manipulation.

But time is running out.

The accident not only destroyed

Hayden Industries,

but also the atmosphere

of Olympia,

forcing the citizens to flee

to the unfinished walls

surrounding our city.

To gain admission to the walls,

you had to pass a genetics test...

Welcome to the Liquid Room.

...a selection process that soon led

desperate people

to commit desperate acts.

Hey, what the hell

are you doing, man?

- I apologize.

- Hey, what's the idea?

You... that's enough!

Those denied entry started

making cheaper clones

of the original Transcoder

and used them to steal the DNA

that would qualify them

for admission...

a crime known as DNA hacking.

When the government

learned of this practice,

they hired private assassins

to take out the hackers.

Michelle, haven't I always

taken care of you

and your brother well?

You know, word on the street

is that he could use the money.

My brother, my problem.

# Hey, you #

# What the f***

is wrong with you? #

# Hey, you #

# What the f***

is wrong with you? #

# Hey, you #

# What the f***

is wrong with you? #

# Hey, you #

# What the f***

is wrong with you? #

# Hey, you #

# What the f***

is wrong with you? #

I'll get you this time.

Come on, Jack, you've lost enough

of your sister's money.

Hey, man, shut up, all right?

You're breaking my chi.

Come on, Jack, you been

gambling all night

and you're drunk to the bone.

Blow, please. Thank you.

- Sh*t.

- Come on.

Let's go. It's already morning.

One more, one more.

Let's see what we got...

You lost it all?

Crap. All right,

all right, all right.

- It's not a big deal.

- Yeah, it's a big deal!

I've got an idea.

All right, let's go.

- What?

- Sir, bite me.

No no no, don't you dare.

- No!

- What do I always say?

- We'll win it back.

- But we never do.

Hey, Randall, I need...

we need 60... 60 grand.

Who do you think I am,

your personal bank or something?

Hey, come on, Randall,

you know I'm gonna

pay it back, all right?

You still owe me

Hey hey hey,

that was the juice.

I paid you for the 80.

It was double or nothing,

you got the double.

You've got three days.

Any later, and I swear to God,

you'll be my b*tch

licking the sh*t out of my ass

until you choke on it

before you die.

Not the most

sanitary thing, but...

I'm not kidding, Jackie.

I'm tired of your

f***ing me around.

You understand?

You know, what?

Consider this...

advance payment, all right?

What a f***ing chump.

Let's go go go go.

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