Jason leaned back in his seat, the faint light cast by the fireplace illuminating his surroundings. In his hands, he held a small gray box. It was rectangular in shape, long, and flat, made from mundane materials that could be found anywhere. Looking at it, one could never guess that it contained one of the most powerful weapons the world has ever seen.
This was far from the first time Jason held such a box. In the past few months alone, a dozen or so found their way to his possession. His interest came and went, going from being impressed by the kind of powers a single capsule contained to being disappointed at the lack of choice and the short duration of each of the effects.
It was to be expected. A miracle drug that could turn one into a Genome was bound to have some drawbacks, and considering the other possibilities, a time limit was more than welcome.
