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In the early 1950s, during the post war boom in military research, human genetics experiments were taking their first, tentative steps. A team of scientists working at an Infinitum Research (IR) laboratory discovered some remarkable phenomena resulting from DNA manipulation of subjects. Many subjects lost their lives or were driven insane by the irresponsible and immoral experiments that followed.

By the mid-1990s, the failure rate on the experiments had reached a point where Infinitum Research felt it could move the studies forward by introducing combinations of DNA alterations into a single subject. One of these alterations allowed for the biological light refraction. Using this research, IR scientists intended to develop the ultimate covert military agent. Early in the new millennium, experiments on Subject #617 led to massive genetic trauma, leaving the subject in a reduced mental state and suffering from a number of genetic anomalies.

Shortly after the error and before the issue could be resolved, the subject escaped from the research laboratory. An elite section of the internal security force, the Infinitum Research Intercept Squad (IRIS), has now been deployed to retrieve the subject and contain any issues resulting from his escape. Meanwhile, the experiment has been shut down and all funding recalled. Infinitum Research denies all knowledge of any such genetic experiments but is happy to discuss the company's progress in the cloning of healthy human organs.

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