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The midnight rain beat down on Mark’s trench coat, as he regretted his decisions in life.
He never fully appreciated being human, always striving to become something… more. For years, he scoured the city’s seedy underworld, searching for one “Dr. M.” to grant his wish.
Now, Mark was sick of being “something more.”
As he passed a dark alleyway, two men spoke:
“I hear the ‘M’ stands for ‘mutation.’”
“Pretty sure it means ‘modification.’”
Mark approached.
“Where is Dr. M?”
Horrified, the men scattered, yelling “freak” and “mutant.”
The good doctor would restore Mark’s humanity—no choice in the matter.

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