Word among the vulgar was that an anarchic biomancer seeded this man's vitro dish with virile viral juice. This juice condensed under elaborate and nefarious laws barely understood even today. Suffice it to chance the embryo was implanted not without comedic derision from a lackadaisical procreator. Here before you slouches the irreverent progeny. Loathed, lusted, and lummoxed, he grunts impetuities that confluxtrate conventional synapses. He is the Synaptichrist and blitz-kreeg-POP is the sound of his neurological victims.