<blockquote class="uncited"><div>Iphar walked over to andy and looked down at him<br/>"So, Whats your home world like anthro?" Iphar said in his calm almost emotionless tone.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Andy looked up at the trooper. "I can show you... but could you not call me 'anthro', please. An anthropomorphic is an animal with human characteristics. I am a human with animal characteristics, a zooomorphic. It may seem like nit picking, but far too many ortho-humans, un-spliced homo sapiens, in my world used the distinction for discrimination... Not that some splicers aren't as bad, calling orthos 'gnats' as a perjorative homonym on 'natural born'."<br/><br/>He held out his gloved hand. "The name's Reynarder, or Andy if you want to be informal. And my world..."<br/><br/>He messed with his computer for a moment, shutting down the game and opening up a viewer program. He started showing pictures onb the inbuilt screen, mostly home images. There were some shots of a small town in the mountains, a pair of more humanoid foxes, with planigrade legs, his mother and father, and a bunch of other towns and views, including some ruined cities.<br/><br/>"No space travel, apart from satellites and a couple of robot probes to the nearer planets. No dimension travel or magic either. But we have an industrial society, computers and advanced bio-sciences... that saved us. As I said earlier, there were human specific genetic plagues that swept the world, and our response was to retro-engineer animal genetics into ourselves to become immune. About 40 percent of our population, at least in my country, are still ortho-human, but the rest are like my mom and dad, splicers. Means we still take extreme precautions though."<br/><br/>"My country's Sariel, here..." He pulled up a globe on the screen and zoomed in, outlining the West Coast states on the screen. "We've held together pretty well, but some other countries... they're not so good."