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	He loved his job. He loved his life. The walls of his office were decorated with awards and diplomas, a testament to the passion he had for science and learning. Through the years, he had made many significant discoveries. However, the most important one, he kept to himself.

	~~However, as time went on, he became more and more isolated. He was always alone. He was depressed. He didn't have time for a family, and most of his friends were dead.~~

	~~It was almost ten in the evening.~~

	An old man in a white coat stepped into the lab. He was almost seventy, with salt-and-pepper hair. He had an occupation as a biologist for more than forty years. It had been a long career for him, perhaps too long.
	~~Today was his last day working. He had already cleaned out his desk and said his farewells to the coworkers. He had just returned to pick up a few last things.~~

	He strolled along, surveying the the long rows of cabinets and equipment for the last time. He picked up a syringe and a laptop and stuffed it into his briefcase. As he left, he took off his lab coat and put it on a hanger. He turned around for one final look at the room. He was going to miss it. Then, he got into his car, and drove home.

	He had already planned his retirement, and after his death, arranged for all of his property to be sold and the money to be donated away. However, since his retirement was a rather unusual one, he decided to leave a message, as an attempt to dispel any conspiracies.

	~~The old man set up a camera in his living room.~~

	~~"I'm Doctor Sebastian Mayr." he said, sitting down on his sofa. "Today is the the eighteenth of November..."~~

	The next morning, he drove to the airport and boarded a plane to Vancouver. Upon arrival, he rented a car and drove in the general direction of north. After a few hours of driving, he parked his car off the side of an old, dusty road. He abandoned it in a ditch among the trees. The old man scrambled around, covering the car with a dark cloth, to avoid attracting any attention.

	Sebastian retrieved his syringe from his pocket. This liquid was his last project. A bit of genetic material from a local canine and some heavily modified virus. He took a deep breath. This was going to be one hell of a retirement.

	He planted the needle in his arm, and emptied it into his veins. He waited a few moments, and began to feel a bit drowsy. He had added some sedatives just in case it might get painful. He signed again and shut his eyes.

	~~When he woke up, the sun was just about to set. He was lying on the ground.~~

	~~Damn, he thought. It didn't work.~~

	~~But when Sebastian tried to get up, he fell right back down, barked in pain.~~

	~~Wait. He barked. He ''barked''! Humans don't bark!~~

	~~He looked about cautiously, and was shocked at the sight of his own body. But just then, he remembered, and his feeling of surprise left him.~~

	~~The Great Doctor Sebastian Mayr was no more. He struggled for a bit, and then managed to get up on all fours. What stood there was a young coyote, with tawny gray fur.~~

	Even though he was an animal, he was still conscious and sentient. He took some apprehensive steps. Great, his legs were working. He tested his voice next. He tried to say "hello", but, not surprisingly, what came out was merely an unintelligible howl.

	Sebastian was pleased. A bit shocking, but exciting too. His new life was probably going to last about a decade or so, about the same if he had lived the rest of his life normally. But his old life was pointless. This was a lot more fun than sitting around, waiting to die of old age. This was going to be one hell of an adventure!

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	''"I'm Doctor Sebastian Mayr. Today is the the eighteenth of November. I'm leaving tomorrow morning. Don't make an attempt to look for me, I'll be fine. Take care of my property according to my will and testament. And once again, please, don't worry about me. I'll be fine.''

Fahzyr at 02:18, 19 November 2013

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He loved his job. He loved his life. The walls of his office were decorated with awards and diplomas, a testament to the passion he had for science and learning. Through the years, he had made many significant discoveries. However, the most important one, he kept to himself.

However, as time went on, he became more and more isolated. He was always alone. He was depressed. He didn't have time for a family, and most of his friends were dead.

It was almost ten in the evening.

An old man in a white coat stepped into the lab. He was almost seventy, with salt-and-pepper hair. He had an occupation as a biologist for more than forty years. It had been a long career for him, perhaps too long.
Today was his last day working. He had already cleaned out his desk and said his farewells to the coworkers. He had just returned to pick up a few last things.

He strolled along, surveying the the long rows of cabinets and equipment for the last time. He picked up a syringe and a laptop and stuffed it into his briefcase. As he left, he took off his lab coat and put it on a hanger. He turned around for one final look at the room. He was going to miss it. Then, he got into his car, and drove home.

He had already planned his retirement, and after his death, arranged for all of his property to be sold and the money to be donated away. However, since his retirement was a rather unusual one, he decided to leave a message, as an attempt to dispel any conspiracies.

The old man set up a camera in his living room.

"I'm Doctor Sebastian Mayr." he said, sitting down on his sofa. "Today is the the eighteenth of November..."

The next morning, he drove to the airport and boarded a plane to Vancouver. Upon arrival, he rented a car and drove in the general direction of north. After a few hours of driving, he parked his car off the side of an old, dusty road. He abandoned it in a ditch among the trees. The old man scrambled around, covering the car with a dark cloth, to avoid attracting any attention.

Sebastian retrieved his syringe from his pocket. This liquid was his last project. A bit of genetic material from a local canine and some heavily modified virus. He took a deep breath. This was going to be one hell of a retirement.

He planted the needle in his arm, and emptied it into his veins. He waited a few moments, and began to feel a bit drowsy. He had added some sedatives just in case it might get painful. He signed again and shut his eyes.

When he woke up, the sun was just about to set. He was lying on the ground.

Damn, he thought. It didn't work.

But when Sebastian tried to get up, he fell right back down, barked in pain.

Wait. He barked. He ''barked''! Humans don't bark!

He looked about cautiously, and was shocked at the sight of his own body. But just then, he remembered, and his feeling of surprise left him.

The Great Doctor Sebastian Mayr was no more. He struggled for a bit, and then managed to get up on all fours. What stood there was a young coyote, with tawny gray fur.

Even though he was an animal, he was still conscious and sentient. He took some apprehensive steps. Great, his legs were working. He tested his voice next. He tried to say "hello", but, not surprisingly, what came out was merely an unintelligible howl.

Sebastian was pleased. A bit shocking, but exciting too. His new life was probably going to last about a decade or so, about the same if he had lived the rest of his life normally. But his old life was pointless. This was a lot more fun than sitting around, waiting to die of old age. This was going to be one hell of an adventure!

{{Separator|k}}

''"I'm Doctor Sebastian Mayr. Today is the the eighteenth of November. I'm leaving tomorrow morning. Don't make an attempt to look for me, I'll be fine. Take care of my property according to my will and testament. And once again, please, don't worry about me. I'll be fine.''