Morphvolution: Shape Shifting Wargames

By Olamide Ojo

What if you have an ability locked in your DNA. And what if three hundred years from now scientist would have found a way to unlock that ability in us. Change of that explicit nature is bound to bring about another age of power surge.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christus Publishers by Olamide Ojo
• Release date: Jan 4, 2017
• ISBN: 9781088048818

Olamide Ojo

Hello,Olamide Ojo is a published poet and author. He studied creative composition and writing for about five years in Nigeria. His passion and love for writing help bring the world of imaginable possibilities to life.His debut novel, Unfinished Business is now on Amazon and other stores. Unfinished Business is an intriguing romantic thriller set in Paris, France.His website www.olamideojo.com showcases review chapters of his present and upcoming works.

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The Idealist Government

For every effect, there is always an aftereffect. This is a realistic, scientific concept.

They call it the Idealist Government; a singular republic form of government that now governs the new human world; the citizens through voting appoint seven presidents with eleven advisors each. The appointed candidates for presidency and ambassadorship become leaders of the world for seven years only. A candidate may be in government for no more than fifteen years. That is, they can run for any position as long as it is within the fifteen-year bracket. The presidents all work together from the capital city of the

world, Molion city. Molion is known for its modern defensive features and high-class soldiers protecting it. Regarded by many as the most secured place in the world, Molion has commonly been referred to as the heart of the new world.

A new dawn has brought about fresh challenges for humankind. Over time, we have found a way to make our bodies evolve to be self-reliant and self-teaching. This is a time where food and water for survival sounds just as primitive as dinosaurs. An age where the phrase,

anything is possible is quite literal.

Humans began to evolve at a faster pace but still insignificant enough to be noted during the late twentieth century. That was about ten thousand years ago to date. At the time, only few showed traits of what we now know as human morphvolution; an ability to shift into another living entity that is locked into ones’ deoxyribonucleic acid better known as DNA. That is, a human at the beginning of

birth has already the ability to change into another form in their DNA, but unless it goes through a mutation that is probable to happen naturally at a ratio of 1 in 900 quintillion, one will never get to experience it. The 23rd

century was when science began to prevail in breaking this limitation for humankind. We created an evolution enhancement, technological device that was able to make the mutation happen one hundred percent of the time.

Our era has brought about what humanity believed to be closest to one of immortality; unless you are physically harmed by another equally advanced human capability, nothing else can hurt you. That includes gunshots to any part of our bodies or non-morph animal attacks, as we are now immune to most things. The human era came to a point whereby the only way humans could kill one another is through their morph ability’s power, although one can use technological advantage to gain the upper hand.

However, unbeknown to mankind’s wildest dreams, we as a generation were not ready for the things our man-made, sped-up evolution brought to the table. I know I may

come out as babbling now but hear me out, you see.

The immortal era brings to light concepts of problems we did not realize could exist in our reality. I have lived long enough to know life is filled with beautiful concepts of brutality that blinds us from its reality.

Mankind has significantly and unnaturally stepped up its evolutionary process that spiraled out of control in terms of having the necessary means to keep our world a law- abiding one. We now live in a way by which many believe has always been; natural selection, where it is the survival of the fittest game.

Senil Tusflier sat on his diamond-bronzed throne of the coliseum in Mau, the capital city of the Maahes Kingdom as he watched the wrestling match between his two comrades

with delight; Madgar The Beast ran towards Lucil in order to grapple her and toss her with strength that earned him his by name. Lucil defended herself by shifting into her human shaped, lion-self midair so she could land and balance on her fours. Angry, Lucil roared as she turned back in her tall, well-exercised, human form and ran towards Madgar for the attack.

Senil leaned his body forward from his throne as he intensely enjoyed watching his first comrade begin a series of attack moves that were too fast to defend by his towering, beastly looking guard. Lucil who was well known for her fast feet and rightfully so as she proved it once more when she used Madgar’s solid body as a stepping medium to lift herself high up so she could gather enough force to deliver a massive knee kick to The Beast’s forehead. Madgar could not help but fall to the ground. Many were present in the room, including the one who has steadily led the vast group

of the powerful race, Senil The One. He cheered for yet another win for Lucil The Commander.

At the far end of the community from where the thrill- thirsty Lion-Human races cheered for a more vicious spectacle, sat a much calmer group of the same community. Fathers, mothers, and mostly children alike were just as happy to be around The Storyteller. They all gather around Mack Lite, surrounding him as closely as permitted. The much older man sat patiently as many people formed a crowd around him.

Hey Mack! Shouted a young boy’s from within the crowd, We are all here. Can we begin the story now?

Yeah… Almost everyone present shouted and cheered in agreement.

Mack smiled at their reaction, I am delighted you have all grown to like my stories. In truth, I have also grown to enjoy you all around me. Mack The Storyteller, who was in

is old age at life, moved around in his electrical powered wheel chair.

Would you like to hear a story about love?

While most of the people cheered in agreement, some parties did not but were just as interested.

Mack Lite was popular for his delightful stories. He is, unofficially. the storyteller of Senil’s kingdom. Mack enjoyed telling his stories every evening but the town market was where most of the residents came to hear his tell of a new tale. Also, others who lived far away connected through several multi- media outlets to participate in what has now become the most efficient and successful way to reunite almost if not all the Lion- Human race at once. One of the many stories Mack Lite told was a story of how truelove wins:

"Ready or not here is the tale. Once upon a time, there lived a man who had a very beautiful daughter. The Daughter

was so beautiful that most men say she was one of the few angels who survived the fall from heaven. The father of this girl was very happy because at the time, when the girl is mature enough, suitors from all over the world will come to ask for her hand in marriage. They offered gifts of many kinds to the father. The father was confident he would become very wealthy for as of that moment, he was very poor.

When the time came for the man to give his daughter away, many people came as predicted to ask for the daughter’s hand in marriage. The father quickly became rich because of the numerous gifts that he had collected from the wealthy suitors. The father was happy for the good luck and fortune that his daughter had brought to him. He decided he would choose three of the wealthiest men that had come to ask for his daughter’s hand in marriage, so that his daughter may choose the one she wants to marry.

All the while that the father of this amazingly beautiful girl was choosing what he thought was a right suitor for his daughter, the girl sat in a room. She was not happy about all the men that had come. She did not care for choosing the man she would be with for the rest of her life by the money he had but with her heart.

As she sat in her new room, for one of the suitors had bought her father a big house, one of the servants, who was also a gift from one of the suitors, came in to be of service. He was about to leave the room when he asked for the girl’s permission to speak freely. The girl granted this permission and he said ‘I know that I do not have enough money to win your heart, but if I had the slightest possible chance to have you as mine, I will not dare to buy you from your father for you are worth more than the most precious stone the world has to offer.’ The girl fell in love with him and they ran away together to live happily ever after."

The crowds were satisfied at yet another good story by The Storyteller.

Amongst the crowd now sat the well-groomed, bearded, six foot tall, heavily toned, muscled leader, Senil and others who had stopped their form of play to come listen to Mack tell his tale of delight.

Today was especially significant as Senil used the gathering as an opportunity to give an important announcement as he had occasionally done in the past.

If I may Mack, Senil said as he reached where the storyteller sat. At that point, and rightfully so, all attention was now on Senil, the leader. The ambience went from excitement and an all–around good time feel to one of a quiet, respectful, and a mood of admiration.

Ladies, gentlemen, and children, Senil’s voice, like Mack’s, was deep enough for everyone’s audibility needs. "Mack has once again united us all with his words. On behalf of

the Lion-Human race, we thank you for your service ." Mack gently bowed his head to acknowledge the leader’s respect and presence.

I would like to use this opportunity to place an important announcement. Senil stood firmly at arm’s length as he addressed the crowd that surrounded him in their respective physical and virtual forms. In exactly two weeks from today, I will be addressing you once more. Make certain for the sake of our unity and prosperity that you not only attend but also spread the word of the announcement to others. As we are all aware of, we live in times where our bond and love is key to not only our survival, but also to rule over our dominion. After all, we are the revered Lion Human race! The crowd cheered and clapped at their leader’s factual speech. Senil raised his hand as a gesture to keep everyone voice lowered. It worked authoritatively. "

Senil, a powerful king of the big and powerful morphvolution group has steadily led his race like his

ancestors, towards a more successful and stronger group because of his influence with the government and its political environment. The large and power group showed their strength during times of elections where the majority of them happen to be in favor of who the king support.

The Royal Army of Senil’s kingdom was the third largest of the century. Senil The One is respected and feared everywhere in our known world.

There are few races in the ranks with the Lion-Humans. They are the Zebrans, Cancers, and Barons.

As you would imagine, human nature demanded we envy and get intimidated, and that we have a deep satisfying hatred towards one another:

The Zebrans have the abilities to turn from human into zebras. They rose to have much power because of the support from majority the new world. Their colors of black and white came to mean a great deal of significance at the

epitome of the morphvolution because of the history their morphing abilities showed, and the unity it signified .

Zebran abilities were shown worldwide during any type of major celebration worldly observed. It was so popular that centuries later, they began to be perceived as god-like creatures. Their wish became about fifty-five percent of the world’s population command.

The Zebrans in return capitalized on their opportunity to gain real power by making what they call decrees. It worked as their believers blindly followed. We can say the Zebrans have the power of religion on their side.

Perhaps the fewest in all of the races but still managed to make the top power are the Cancers. The Cancers called so because it happens that they began to develop into their morph forms within certain period. Their DNA modifies to help make them become artificially modified vampires.

Morphvolution Scientists theorized that there is a specific climatic change that only occurs in the summer, but not all the time.

The climate change made some born between the late days of June and July coinciding with the months depicted by the zodiac sign, Cancers. This occurrence is so rare that the Cancers have only managed to survive by few hundreds.

However, the only reason they are still standing is their strength and power as they are seen as outlaws and by some, ‘abominations’. That is to say one of the only few things that has ever united most of races of the world

would be the war against Cancers. There are different ways by which the war on Cancers are justified, but the truth is simpler; if Cancers are left unchecked and they grow in uncontrollable numbers as some races have, they could easily rule the world as their strength, speed, agility, and all round power are matches only to some special few.

Until this day, there is a standing order to eliminate Cancers on sight if one can or report when a Cancer is spotted.

It is known that groups body cells are able to regenerate at an average of three thousand times any race making them

heal instantly and keeps them from aging. Artificially modified vampires, also called AMV or Cancers are also one of the most vicious attackers known for brutally beating their opponent to a pulp and finally biting them by the side of the neck with their poisoned laced teeth. No one has lived to tell the tale after been bitten.

Barons are a collection of different morphvolution group, always working in groups of fives and in well-practiced unison. They are recognized by the unique branding on the self-chosen part of their body and the way they carry themselves like a military organization. Barons are well admired because of the opportunity they provide to an individual with a lesser powerful clan but aspirations are lofty. Barons represent hope to the rest of the races that are not as powerful. Even though Barons don’t recruit as many as the world wants them to, the man-support they get from how they recruit to how they fight is quite effective.

Whenever there is word that some group of Barons are doing battle or at war with another race, groups of fighters known to be called Potentials, because of their desire to join the ranks of Barons, come to help fight. When the opportunity presents itself, Potentials come join the Barons in the fight to victory or defeat. Potentials, like Barons, are individuals of different morphvolution trait training together to synchronize their skills perfectly in fights with the