Sleep deprivation can do funny things to you sometimes.  A couple of 
really weird 'fic ideas came to me earlier.  The one I'm _not_ doing is 
inspired by a bit of artwork I saw in Animerica a while back.

Read it and weep (literally)

     "Ohhhh...*Bleagh* "

     Ranma was not feeling well that night.  Something was very 
wrong...it was as though his guts were on fire.  Rinsing the vomit from 
his mouth, he took a long look at the clock:  2:13.  He needed to get to 
the infirmary - and fast.  

     Unfortunately, that wasn't an easy thing in this "training 
facility", if that's what it really was.  All the strange medical tests, 
the secrecy, the occasional stormtrooper...everything was pointing in odd 
directions, including the map to the building.  The martial artist 
wandered around, hoping to find the right place, until he spotted a door 
that looked like the right one.  Not bothering to wait for the automatic 
doors to kick in, he simply shoved the entrance open.  He didn't bother 
to look at the reinforced titanium and ceramic bent like tinfoil where 
his hands had gripped the doors.  

     Upon entering, his mouth hung agape, dumbstruck as he spied what had 
to be the biggest computer he'd ever seen.  Nekomi had had its share of 
computer facilities, but this...this was monstrous.  Three whole walls of 
the room were covered with monitors, drives of various kinds, wiring, and 
other outlets, leaving little doubt as to the main purpose of the room.  
He walked over to a somewhat idle keyboard and monitor, glanced at it for 
a moment, then casually typed in his name, curious as to the outcome.

saotome

     File opened:  Saotome, Genma

     DOB: 12/5/49

     "What the...that's my father's..."  Taken aback, the pigtailed man 
scrolled down through the file for a moment, lost in discovery of his 
lost father's life.  

     "Hiya, Ranma!"

     "Waaah!"  Shocked at the unexpected intrusion, Ranma stared up at 
the ceiling, where Ryouga and Akane, his "teammates" at the facility, 
were enjoying a forbidden break.  "Ryouga!  Akane!  What are you doing 
here?"  

     "Oh, hey, pervert."  The young lady sat there lazily, idly waving a 
hand to Ranma in greeting.  "Ryouga and I usually come down here, to get 
away from the Gestapo...waitasec...How'd you get in here?"

    "I went through the door."  He pointed a thumb back to the damaged 
door, prompting wide-eyed stares from the others.

     "Freeze!"  One of the guards, a red-suited man with a 
dangerous-looking gun in his hands, burst in, hair-trigger ready to fire.
"Get out where I can see you!"

     "I'm sorry if I entered something I shouldn't have.  I was just 
looking for the infirmAAAAUGH!"  A swift surprise backhand went across 
Ranma's jaw, sending him flying.  

     "Hey!  Cool down, man!"  Ryouga, angry at his friend's beating, 
leaped down, only to meet the business end of the man's gun.  

     "Shut up!  Down on the floor, all of you!"  The guard, already on 
edge, shoved Ryouga and Akane down onto the floor, leaving the latter dazed.
This really made Ranma angry...his eyes seemed to glow with rage.

     "You've just made a big mistake, mister.  And it's the last you'll 
ever make!"

     Ranma's voice seemed to warp and change, as though the speed on a 
record player were being altered, as he shouted the battle cry.  A swift 
punch later, and the guard's helmet was caved in, its protection the only 
thing keeping him alive.

     "Uhh...Ranma?  Are you okay?"  Ryouga and Akane just stared at their 
friend, flabbergasted at the transformation going on.  Ranma was growing - 
and in more ways than one.  His legs and arms gained in reach, seeming to 
stretch for miles.  His chest started to expand, growing to voluminous 
proportions.  The hair on his head, once black as night, now shone red 
from the glare of the monitors.  The hard, rugged features of his face 
had softened, smoothed out, with the last trace of facial hair 
disappearing.  

     "I dunno.  She looks pretty good to me!"

     "What's happening to me..." she choked out, her eyes widening at the 
changes going through her.

That's the idea I'm not using, called Gen 1/3.  Feel free to use it if 
you so desire.  
 
Trust me, you don't want to know about the one I am using.  ;)

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Nicholas Leifker, aka "Nightelf"
nwl9354@tam2000.tamu.edu
"He's so beautiful when he's unconscious."
-Kodachi Kuno, "Kurobara"
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