Résultats pour "Dog" dans Génie génétique

My name is Rex. I am a good dog. Rex is also seven foot tall at the shoulder, bulletproof, bristling with heavy calibre weaponry and his voice resonates with subsonics especially designed to instil fear. With Dragon, Honey and Bees, he's part of a Multiform Assault Pack operating in the lawless anarchy of Campeche, Mexico. A genetically engineered Bioform, he's a deadly weapon in a dirty war. All he wants to be is a Good Dog. And to do that he must do exactly what Master says and Master says he's got to kill a lot of enemies.

I thought I knew suffering. I was wrong. I thought I knew what it meant to be in pain. I was wrong. I thought I knew what it meant to lose everything. I was wrong. I thought . . . I thought . . . I thought life got better after I finally got everything I dreamed of, yet here I am a broken man. With nothing to live for but revenge. He took everything from me. My friends, my wife, my child. Now, I shall show him what it means to go to war against a man who has lost everything and will die a thousand deaths to get it back.

Alvis Bowman, the super genius who created AI humanoids and started WW3, is now free and after the only thing I care about. My family. He will stop at nothing to take away the woman I love and will destroy everything in his path to make sure that happens. With only a small crew of men to call my own, I must stand up to the very man who brought Earth to its knees. The very man who was only defeated because Earth rallied together. Now, I must do the same, with nothing but a single ship and my wits and courage.

Stephen walked into the office which Barnabas was using as his judge's chamber. While the massive amount of data Bethany Anne's team was throwing at him was more than enough to assuage his curiosity, he had never felt this way in the last 152 years. He wanted a vacation. He pulled the top manila-folder and took a look at the name, "Clarissa Bernier, CEO". He opened the folder, and it was now in the agreed upon fashion.

Stephen walked into the office which Barnabas was using as his judge's chamber. While the massive amount of data Bethany Anne’s team was throwing at him was more than enough to assuage his curiosity, he had never felt this way in the last one hundred and fifty-two years. He wanted a vacation.

I destroyed organizations that controlled galaxies. I brought the World Government to its knees. I was the first man to outwit the greatest mind humanity has ever known. I fell in love with the fiercest female warrior who ever lived and came out alive with nothing but a smile. I escaped kidnap from the most ruthless crews in known space. I formed my own space crew who conquered a planet. I created a new race with nothing but a word and a kiss.

Engrossing, vivid, and disturbing, Cosmos’ surreal adventure unfolds as the stakes get higher and the setting expands to reveal the secrets of Freedom Basin and Basin’s Vault Prison, and the technological marvel of nearby City of Sol. With his dog Plato and accidental partners Reyansh and her celebrity-influencer brother Deva, this is a modern thriller told in the style of classic horror, studded with morphing monsters, haunted by modern moral questions and sub plots that promise to bloom (or explode) in the two volumes to follow.

Stephen betrat das Büro, das Barnabas als sein Richterzimmer in Beschlag genommen hatte. Auch wenn der Berg an Daten, den Bethany Annes Team ihm zur Verfügung stellte, mehr als genug war um seine Neugier zu befriedigen, hatte sich Barnabas in den letzten einhundertzweiundfünfzig Jahren niemals so wie jetzt gefühlt.

The circus is in town, and on the planet Boon, that’s big - potentially riotous - news. The delicate, decaying political balance maintained by the cloned human grands at the expense of the uplifted dog and cat populations is in danger of toppling under the influence of mysterious forces both outer and inner.

In 1955, the Soviet Union introduced the Moscow Water Dog in a canine show to great acclaim. However, in real world situations, they fell far short of the expectations Russian cynologists had set for them, and in 1979, the Moscow Water Dog project was shut down. Supposedly the last of the breed died out in 1990, but did they?