Eden Project: Playing God
Prologue
"Dr. Burton."
"Ah, Dr. Roberts, good to see you again."
"So why do you think Mr. Conway invited us?"
"I haven't the slightest, but if we don't hurry I think we'll be late."
The group of scientific specialists hurried into the room took their seats along the table, ready to convene the meeting. Each and every one of them was wondering why the world's richest man wanted to talk to them, of all people. Mr. Jacob Conway walked swiftly up to the podium, his burgundy Italian dress suit tailored to follow his every move. He stared intently at the mass of white coats before him with his sapphire blue eyes, leaned close to the microphone before him. "Welcome gentlemen, and ladies, welcome to the first of what I hope will be many peaceful meetings. I have invited you all here from around the world to put forth a proposition. What proposition, you might ask is so important, that I must call the leading specialists in each field of science and study, from your diligent work?" Many of the scientists mumbled in agreement. "I have summoned you to begin work on a project that has only been seen in sci-fi. I ask you to change history forever, I am asking you to play god." A loud murmur of argument rose from the crowd.
"What's the meaning of this? We already know that cloning, and creating new species was marked illegal by the UN!" protested one of the scientists from the crowd. Many of those gathered stated their agreement. Some of the scientists stood up to leave.
"Wait! Hear me out, you do not understand!" Mr. Conway pressed a button disguised as a knot in the wood on the podium, locking all exits from the room. Slam! The scientists tried to open the doors.
"They're locked! What the hell do you think your doing?" exclaimed the scientist that had protested earlier.
"Ladies and gentlemen, now that I have your attention, will you please take your seats, once more? Need I remind you that I paid each of you a handsome amount for your time?" urged Mr. Conway. Seeing no other way out, the scientists grudgingly obeyed.
"I believe that you will agree that over the last few millennia human kind has grown soft. People have become too reliant on technology". Once more a murmur rose amongst the unsettled crowd. "But I," Mr. Conway interrupted, "have an answer".
"Not another one that wants to send man back to the days of the Cro- Magnon," quipped a member of the audience, rousing some uneasy laughter.
"No, I assure you I have no plan to send people back. I intend to move forward! I wish to construct the next step in human evolution. Imagine, if you would, a world where man need not fear the elements, but where the elements fear man. A world where one could summon the very wrath of the sky, move the earth with ease, or cause plants to grow. A world where man truly rules. I have gathered you here to produce a human genetically engineered to control the elements. I have already selected a leader for this process, should she choose to accept her position. Dr. Amelia Burton, will you please stand. I have selected you, as the world's most renowned Genetic biologist, to lead this project. Do you accept? You have already been mailed your salary offer."
Amelia looked at her colleagues, with her piercing black eyes, and stood firmly, "I accept on the condition that I may select a group of six others to lead the project, and that I may be granted complete control over the project resources."
"Done."
"I also would like to be granted complete control over security, employees, and public relations, on the project."
Mr. Conway paused for a moment, to consider all aspects of the request. Hesitantly he responded, "very well."
An uproar erupted from the crowd. Most turned to leave through the now unlocked doors, but a few stayed to discuss details of the project.

Chapter 1
"Hey cap'n I think we found somethin'."
"Well, what in the bloody hewl is it? Is it a way we can sneak up on those damn Blood Angels?"