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Subscribe to Recent Posts Grenci << blog << Politia Seekers

Politia Seekers

Posted on November 01, 2008 @ 12:25AM

Today was an interesting experience for the Tosadae Detective trainees. We were visited by some higher-up from the Politia who was a seeker. I don’t rattle easy, but this guy freaked me right out. These guys, were like, the bogey man.

Politia seekers were military guys who volunteered to undergo genetic enhancement. This was way back around 93 A.Q. when splicers first began to manifest in a dangerous way. Seekers had their perceptions modified so they could see with x-ray, infrared and night vision, letting them see genetic abnormalities in splicers mostly human. They could tell splicer from human. They killed, murdered splicers.

This guy Mason Grevioux sat at the front of the lecture theater wearing dark glasses, so we couldn’t see his eyes. Seekers had these tiny metallic implants in their eyes, you’d be able to see them if you were looking for them. Seekers were not so much needed now that humans and splicers got along better, but they did use them for other missions.

Grevioux gave a presentation on the procedure to go from human to seeker. He had a deep voice, completely absent in humor. He looked in my direction, and I looked back, puzzled. Then I remembered I was a splicer, he must have picked it up! I’d gone so long thinking I was human that I forget every now and then. I’m second generation splicer, so I would only be faintly recognizable as one. It must have been like old times for him. I gulped, and shrank down in my seat.

Afterwards, I asked Jason if he’d ever have the operation done for the Politia.
“Oh hell no,” he replied. “It’s kind of barbaric what those guys had to do, and you’d never shake that stigma. Plus, my Mom would kill me if I did anything to my beautiful blue eyeballs.”
We both laughed, but to be honest I was relieved Jason wouldn’t do that. I’d hate for there to ever be that kind of splicer hostility again.

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