Sam Kingston couldn't remember how he got to be in the white room. One minute he was living on the street in Los Angeles and the next he was confined in a small room. He vaguely remembered a man giving him a bottle of wine before he blacked out. He was on a hospital bed with his arms restrained. Three doctors were examining him, two men, one young one old, and a woman. He was naked except for his ratty old boxer shorts. Sam looked down his gray beard at his old black body. "Who are you? What's going on?" he asked. "I"m Doctor Foster," said the younger man. "That's also Doctor Foster," he nodded at the woman, "and that is Doctor Slavisek. You agreed to try out a new drug for us." "I don't remember agreeing to nuthin." "All the wine you can drink Sam and a shot of heroin a day," said Doctor Slavisek. Sam liked the sound of that. "That's an interesting tattoo," said the female Doctor Foster examining his arm. "It's the budweiser," he replied. The woman doctor was one fine looking bitch. Large breasts strained at the fabric of her lab coat Doctor Slavisek was an older man closer to eighty then seventy. He stabbed a needle into Sam's already needle scarred arm and Sam sighed as the heroin quickly coursed through his veins. Sam smiled and blinked as the drug took affect. "Let's do it," said Slavisek bringing up another needle filled with fluid and stabbing him on his upper arm. "Lets hope C doesn't end up like A or B," said the male Foster. "You can't have an omelet without breaking some eggs," said Slavisek. "Besides there's plenty more homeless people out there." ******************** A week later, Sam got off his cot and stretched. His arthritis wasn't all that bad today. He walked over to get a bottle of wine and stopped in surprise. He didn't feel the need to drink today, a need he had felt every day for the last twenty years. He shrugged and grabbed a bottle anyway. 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He grabbed Bill by the base of his neck and hauled him out the door. ******************** Slavisek watched the video of Bill sucking C off for about the tenth time. He had been monitoring Bill when the man suddenly started sniffing C's crotch, cursing when the guard interrupted the proceedings. Susan was sitting by him, looking away from the camera. Bill was in the bathroom washing his mouth out with mouthwash for the hundredth time. "Why?" asked Susan shaking her head. "Pheromones," said Slavisek rewinding the video and playing it again. "Look how your husband is sniffing C's penis." He enjoyed watching Susan squirm at the image on the screen. "C is giving off pheromones, scents that trigger sensory impulses in other animals. Like the dominant wolf in a pack. All the other animals sensing when he's hungry, angry, ...aroused." "So we've set back evolution a million years," said Bill coming out of the bathroom. "In a way," said Slavisek. "Bill you were simply showing your subservience to a dominant male." He grinned as Bill ran back to the bathroom. "What if it had been me?" asked Susan. "Would I have done it too?" "Maybe, but it's my guess you would of mated with him." Susan gasped and turned to stare at the video. "I suggest we wear masks in there from now on." "A good precaution, but I think it was Bill's close proximity to the man's penis that triggered the reaction. Have you felt anything around him?" Susan blushed and nodded. "I find I get aroused whenever I'm in the room with him. His presence is incredibly....masculine. I've even been dreaming about him lately." "Fascinating," said Slavisek. "Disgusting," said Susan. no man should have this effect on a woman, let alone on my husband." "I think the pheromones will tone down a bit as his genes slow the regeneration process." "I've felt the same thing around B too," said Susan. Slavisek shuddered. B was their second test subject and the first to survive. 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The two disappeared down an embankment. Sam unlocked the truck just as the other guards opened fire. They had him pinned down and were advancing just when an explosion rocked the building throwing the guards into the snow drfts. Sam used the distraction to climb into the cherokee. He started the car, threw it in four wheel drive and spun out of the parking lot. The rear window shattering as a bullet hit it. He rolled down his window and used the billy club to wipe the snow off the windshield, he was driving blind, but sheer luck must have kept him on the road. A second explosion rocked the building and then a third. In addition to the lab, Sam had placed bombs in Slaviseks office, and a room filled with computers. He had turned off the water in the building to disable the sprinkler system. Hopefully, the fire would wipe out the Gilgamesh project or at least set them back about ten years. Sam shivered as the cold air pouring in the back window overwhelmed the trucks heater. 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