Jack's relieved that Arthur at least knows about genetics - that'll make it easier.
He nods without realizing it, but his answer is still clear without the gesture.
"You'd probably guess right - it's modifying a person's genes to make them stronger, faster, smarter (whatever that's supposed to mean), or to change hair and eye colour, apparently even your sex?"
Granted, the man who said that wanted to be 'the Picasso of surgery' so Jack's not wholly certain what the final product of that looked like in Rapture, but it seemed a lot less complicated, messy, and weird than shooting bees out of your hands so probably that worked as easily as the hair and eye and muscles thing.
"And while they were at it, they decided to push beyond that, give people the ability to move things with their mind or shoot electricity from their fingertips, that kind of thing." Jack looks at his hand and shifts Eletrobolt forward, just enough to watch the light flicker down his veins. This one consciously is a gesture just for himself.
"And when the companies behind these genetic - they called them plasmids or tonics - anyway, when the company behind them noticed the drugs were addictive and the people splicing themselves - using the drugs, giving themselves those plasmids and tonics - were mutating, or having their genes break down, or something, some side effect from using them too much or going into withdrawal... They just kept making them." Jack shrugs. "Possibly even charged more. Anyway, you can imagine what that did to the situation."
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He nods without realizing it, but his answer is still clear without the gesture.
"You'd probably guess right - it's modifying a person's genes to make them stronger, faster, smarter (whatever that's supposed to mean), or to change hair and eye colour, apparently even your sex?"
Granted, the man who said that wanted to be 'the Picasso of surgery' so Jack's not wholly certain what the final product of that looked like in Rapture, but it seemed a lot less complicated, messy, and weird than shooting bees out of your hands so probably that worked as easily as the hair and eye and muscles thing.
"And while they were at it, they decided to push beyond that, give people the ability to move things with their mind or shoot electricity from their fingertips, that kind of thing." Jack looks at his hand and shifts Eletrobolt forward, just enough to watch the light flicker down his veins. This one consciously is a gesture just for himself.
"And when the companies behind these genetic - they called them plasmids or tonics - anyway, when the company behind them noticed the drugs were addictive and the people splicing themselves - using the drugs, giving themselves those plasmids and tonics - were mutating, or having their genes break down, or something, some side effect from using them too much or going into withdrawal... They just kept making them." Jack shrugs. "Possibly even charged more. Anyway, you can imagine what that did to the situation."