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Yes, so surprising that I read "delivered" as "devoured" before I even read the part about you eating it. :D

Someday in the near future, you're going to be rushed to the emergency room to deliver your baby, you'll look up at the doctors, see me and Dalk and cry. :D

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There's an actual comic book series? xD Well the second I saw this, I instantly thought of Kick-Ass, but still.

It's comical appeal in terms of overwhelming amounts of awesome things happening in the picture is undeniable, but Wolfie's right, it has little visual appeal. Not a terrible attempt for a first try, but if you plan on making more sigs, I'd suggest starting with a tutorial.

If you're really the top of your AP Biology class, you should at least know that reproduction makes every last bit of difference. It's 100% necessary for the proliferation and amplification of the mutations that make up a macroevolution. Meiosis and mitosis during early development open the possibilities of mutations, which as we all know leads to microevolution.

Slight changes are microevolution. When you compile a lot of microevolutions, you get macroevolution, and that's when you get species differentiation. That's why you can have different breeds of dogs and cats: they're different by some allele differences, but not an entire macroevolution, which would make them different species entirely.

Anyway, back on topic. I can see where your confusion is coming from. From what I can see, you're mixing up what "stability" is. Stability doesn't mean that no new or altered genes can enter the gene pool, it simply means that the rate that they enter at is low enough as to keep the population from collapsing (species differentiation, for example, would cause them to be unable to reproduce; if the changes to the gene pool happen slowly over time, the entire group will adapt to the gene if it's favorable, and as they conform to the various favorable microevolutions, they will macroevolve together). If you use that definition of "stability," the theory makes a lot more sense.

Holy shitzen, I haven't seen you in ages. D:

I do believe that they are.

This. They never catch on.

My favorite song honestly changes every day, sometimes every hour, sometimes even more frequently. I like a good deal of music, so when I'm in a mood for a certain genre, I'll like a song in that genre more than the rest. But to answer your question, at the moment my top few favorite songs would probably be:

1. Panic Attack by Dream Theater
2. Lo Que Me Gusta a Mi by Juanes
3. Demons by Avenged Sevenfold
4. Piano Concerto #20 In D Minor, K 466 - 1. Allegro by Mozart
5. Day Tripper by The Beatles
6. Generator by Foo Fighters

ILU <3

What a Pleasant Nightmare


Warm summer sunbeams saturated the room with a caressing morning light. In the middle of this AM hour greeting, the awakening of Danielle disturbed the placid scene, her face drenched in sweat, her breath accelerated to an alarming rate. But as quickly as she burst out of her sleep, she returned to normal. She got out of bed and got ready to meet her friend Michael, as per her usual daily routine.

She walked out, greeted by the cool "hello" of a summer breeze. She returned the gesture with a small grin and headed down the block to the park where she and Michael would meet everyday at 10 AM. Never a minute off. Past the cloned brick houses evenly spaced along the suburban terrace, past the white picket fences and the adolescent oak trees just large enough to provide a refreshing shade, but not quite large enough to scale for a better view of the quaint setting.

"Hey, stranger!" she yelled to Michael as he walked towards the park at the same rate as she did from the opposite direction. "Hey there!" Michael replied with even more energy. The two met and hugged like they hadn't seen each other in years. They were always immensely happy to see each other. "How did you sleep?" Michael asked. "Not so well," replied Danielle in a tone that could cool the hot summer air, "I had that dream again."

"Not again." Michael replied, concern saturating his words, "The exact same?"

"Almost," answered Danielle, "It started out the way it normally does, with me waking up in a cold room, greeted by a tall old woman yelling at me. This time she beat me more than she normally does."

Michael looked at her with a frown. He took her back into his embrace in hopes of consoling her. "It's just a nightmare, you're safe here in the real world with me. Remember that." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her smile reemerge from hiding. He grinned and let her go slowly, "So what are we up to today? Movies? Biking? Your pick!"

Danielle thought intently and finally said with a smile as refreshing as the shade around them, "A movie sounds lovely, actually."

Michael smiled even wider and took her by the hand. "Come on then! We're gonna miss the next showing!" Suddenly Danielle ran at an alarmingly fast pace, laughing playfully at Michael all the while. Michael jokingly lagged behind as she led the way. After a few minutes, Danielle stopped laughing and started to cough lightly. She covered it up with her free hand and continued to run, only to notice her pace was coming to a sluggish jog. Her coughing became more violent, and finally she fell to her knees. Everything went black.

***

Everything was hazy. Danielle's bones felt as if they were on the verge of snapping from the sheer coldness of the room. "M-Michael?" called out weakly. From the bed, she saw a looming shadow approaching in the hallway. A rather tall, older looking woman lurked over her bed.

"Out! You lazy child, you've overslept fifteen minutes!" she yelled, her voice colder than the chilling air of the room.

"Where... Where is Michael?" she asked, ignoring her scolding.

"Michael doesn't exist here, foolish girl! Now get up and get to work, or you'll have a date with my cane."

She slowly pulled the covers off; she was so cold and tired that it was the fastest she could do it. Not accepting this, she violently pulled Danielle out of the bed and pushed her towards the door.

"Pick up the broom, first on the agenda is cleaning the halls; they're absolutely disgusting! No doubt because of you, you slob!" barked the old woman mercilessly at Danielle.

"Michael..." she muttered frailly as she picked up the broom that looked to be almost as old as the woman spurting orders at her. She walked into the halls and started sweeping.

"I'm going to wake up the others, this hallway better be spotless when I get back!"

She started to do as she was told, but shortly after the old woman left the room, she dropped the broom as if it were a lead weight and sat on the side of the corridor, weeping. She sat and wept for what felt like hours, thinking about Michael, wondering why he wasn't there. Finally, the old woman returned with two large men. They were absolutely horrifying in masks and striking uniforms. The old woman yelled something to the two men. She couldn't make anything of it through her helpless cries, but at that very moment, the two large men grabbed her by the arms. She started to cry harder, pleading for Michael.

***

She awoke. She was in a very strange place, white everywhere, from the walls to the attire of the men and women waking about. This place was much larger than the room she was used to, but she felt surprisingly at peace. She looked to her side and saw Michael crying in hysterics.

"M-Michael?" She inquired weakly.

Michael looked up from his crying. "Danielle!" he exclaimed, practically tackling her from his kneeling position beside her bed. He recoiled instantly, afraid to hurt her after what had happened. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine... What happened?" she asked, confused as she was relieved.

"You collapsed in the middle of the street yesterday. I brought you to the hospital as fast as I could, but the doctors said they couldn't do anything more to help you aside from giving you some meds... they said we'd just have to wait..." He embraced her again. "I've never been happier to hear your voice."

A tear ran down Danielle's cheek. "Michael..."

Michael looked her in the eye through both of their tears. "Danielle... I cherish you so much. This whole thing has made me realize how important you are to me... I've never been able to think up the right words without being cliche, but I-"

Everything paused. From the clocks on the walls to Michael's lips in mid sentence.

"M-Michael?"

The color in his face faded to gray. The light blue on her shirt started to diminish as well. The world around her started to melt away to nothing as she held close to Michael. The walls started to become deformed like the running colors of an oil painting. She and Michael were the only two things that weren't degrading to nothing. Finally, as she lost grip of everything else in her world, Michael began to fade into the abyss that surrounded her. She screamed for him as his image left her eyes, leaving tears in its place. Through her cries for him to return, she faded into sleep.

***

"Anything?" the old woman asked.

"Sorry, Nurse Penelope. She won't stop repeating that name." replied one of the large men at Danielle's side.

Danielle's eyes began to open. She noticed that she had been saying Michael's name the entire time she was waking up, and continued to say it, trying to call him back to her. She found her arms and legs wouldn't move; they were bound in a straight jacket.


"Some people just can't be helped." the other large man said somberly.

"You'd think that lobotomy would have made her a bit more reasonable... Put her back in her cell then. I have people with a moderate chance at functioning normally to attend to." the old woman replied coldly.

"Yes, ma'am." both men said at once, as they gently placed Danielle into a wheelchair. They brought her to her cell and put her in as she continued to mutter "Michael." They slammed the unforgiving metal door and locked it quickly, cutting her off mid phrase as she called out to him again. She stayed awake all night, asking for Michael.

FIRE. ... Oh wait, that was inside your house, right? And yea, definitely. Even as a little kid, I was like "Wow, this movie is total crap." xD...

Arm the lasers, Sgt. Kay! I'm suddenly reminded of this incredibly awful 90's/early 2000's movie about giant spiders. I believe it was called...

It's nearly impossible for there to be a YY genotype for a child because egg cells can only have X chromosomes. The only way for a child to have a YY genotype is for two malfunctions in meiosis to occur: firstly, the father's sperm has to have two Y chromosomes via an improper metaphase and anaphase, and secondly, the mother's egg must be devoid of an X chromosome. Both of these situations are very uncommon, so for both to happen and for that one sperm and one egg to meet is even more unlikely. On the off chance that that does happen, the YY individual wouldn't survive past the early stages of development, as the X chromosome has genes that are vital to development and sustenance of life.

Not a problem. :3 I'm glad I could be of help, I'm always open for rants. xD

Your usertitle is amusing. xD

Hah yea, I've been really busy with real life. xD Senior year gets REALLY complicated towards the end.

Hello sir, how's it goin'?

Cool, same here. Lit should be easy as hell, calc is the only thing I'm a bit concerned for.