"Yes! I finally did it!" I yelled out, little pieces of cheese and pepperoni flying out of my mouth from the pizza I was munching on while I waited for the simulated results. I had spent the last 6 months running simulations for the ultimate super-strain hybrid, the top shelf of top shelf bud.
"Congratulations, sir." Said Primo, my robotic lab assistant/butler.
"Now to just get the hybridization complete for real and 'Zombie Maker' will be complete."
"Six months later and finally the first 'Zombie Maker' buds are ready for harvest!"
Going through and carefully harvesting the first 50 plants I decided to take it down to the high end dispensary down the road from my house. Bringing the lab analysis with me I was ready to try and get it onto some shelves.
I parked in the lot and grabbed my little jar with a sample size amount of my new hybrid bud.
"Whatcha got there?" the budtender asked as he raised an eyebrow.
"A new hybrid strain I came up with. I call it Zombie Maker."
"And why do you call it that?"
"'Cause this shit is so strong it'll turn you into a zombie." I said as I handed him the lab analysis and the sample jar.
"Are you sure this analysis is accurate?" He asked me with one eyebrow raised.
"One hundred percent."
"I'll take what you've got and we'll see how it sells."
I retrieved the rest of my new product from my car and handed it over to the budtender. After signing the bill of sale and leaving my contact information in case they want to reorder I left and went back home, ecstatic that my project of so long was finally on the shelves.
'If only I had known' I thought to myself, hunkered down in my makeshift base in a run down house.
My hybrid I was so proud if, the one that was supposed to change my life for the better, changed the world for the worst. It lived up to it's name a little too well. It was a huge hit giving an extreme high, and a decent amount of munchies, though if you smoked to much it would make you zone out so bad you could appear brain dead. Then after a while people who smoked it regularly started reporting feeling hungrier than usual, even when not smoking. Almost like they always had the munchies. Then the Zombifying happened. People who smoked 'Zombie Maker' regularly, especially at a heavy amount, started losing brain function permanently until there was a full blown zombie epidemic. Which leads me to the present. Primo and I are holed up in our makeshift shelter but we won't last long. There are zombies all around and no one will help me if they find out who I am. I just wanted to make sure my side of the story at least had a chance of being heard.