I'm reading this book about relationships. It's pretty good as far as our contemporary scale for print media goes. It has a lot of violence and sex. The characters range from kings and generals to prostitutes and extortionists. Basically it's pretty epic. In the first chapter there's this scientist who gets together with his friends and decides to build a bio-dome. They put these test tube babies inside to see if they can influence the maturation process. The Scientist creates some rules for the children to guide their development. Everything seems to be going well until, with the help of an outside source, the children take a drug that turns them instantly into fully developed adults. The experiment is ruined. The Scientist, despite his love for his two creations, evicts them from the bio-dome and sets them loose in the real world. End of story? That's not how good literature works. We now have conflict to drive the plot. The two creations, forgetting all about the scientist, get some procreative passion on and as a result of their vaguely incestuous tryst a cycle of violence is born – literally. So we have unrequited love, implied incest, and an intergenerational cycle of violence and that's just the beginning. All in all it's an excellent read that leads to pretty satisfying conclusion but I'd be giving away the best part if I told you what happened. My advice? Pick up a Bible and find out for yourself.
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I like it, Viv!
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