A United Nations summit is called, as soon it arrives. The topic? Extermination of the Evotorium. Many come up, talking of the horrors, as politics fling all around. As soon, arriving slightly late, is the Netherlands representative. He is a older looking man, with some gray hairs, and a large frame. Not that handsome, but a man in a good suit. As he... feels off, calm... too calm. But many strug it off, as the summit is broadcast to the world. Until the man goes up for his part, to speak on Netherlands response to the Evotorium. As he speaks, his tone shifts "The Evotorium... well... its all around us." He smiles creepily, everyone feels unsettled, as he pulls at a small silver syringe. As he says "They dislike your discussions... and... agree to your... little war. We are the true gods of this world... we just find it entertaining, watching you ants scramble. We will enjoy to see you fail! You should have left us as a hidden behind you, allowed us to persist together. Now... you, our resources, need to be punished. All hail the great one!" Then... he injects it. He shivers, smiling, laughing, as pain fills him clearly. He falls to the ground, as his mouth begins to foam. As silver rapidly flows, where it flows across his body, body mass grows from him, black fluid leaks. As representatives stand up in shock, and horror. As the body mass turns from heathy skin, to black slime, spreading like a slime mold across the podium. As a low Humm is heard, as a loud sucking of air occurs around, then... *BANG*. The body becomes a bomb, blowing up.
28 individuals were injured... 8 killed. As the aftermath floods the news. Soon, interpol releases investigation reports within days. The real Netherlands representative was kidnapped hours prior to the meeting. As all his guards had been replaced with evotorium spies. Spies that looked exactly like his guards. But... there act was not perfect, and the real guards had all been killed in the days prior. But... then they kidnaped the representative, and men with too many eyes, and in weird ropes arrived. They looked inhuman according to the representatives report. They also report the representative is currently in the hospital. In the hospital, the Netherlands representative, shifts in utter pain on a hospital bed. Yelling "FUCKING MAKE IT STOP!" As... Nanoserum flows thru his system, as a nurse injects painkillers. He shivers, gritting his teeth. As blood slowly leaks from his hair, and his body... is smaller... thinner then before. Days pass slowly.
As the Netherlands representative, Harrie Pleizier, lays in bed... the pain stopped. As its been 2 weeks sense the bombing. He shivers in utter anger... looking at his hands. Small... petite hands. As he breathes heavily... the nurse looks at him nervous. Everything feels... small... weak. His body too soft... his body is all... wrong. The room feels bigger to his eyes. As he shivers with anger, but even his breath feels wrong. "Mirror! G-Give me a fucking... m-mirror... oh... my voice fuck... fuck..." He shakes, griping his own throught. The nurse nods, shaking. As the mirror is handed over. He grits his teeth, a he looks in the mirror. He shivers at his apperance... a little... girl. A cute fucking little girl, He grits his teeth. "Fuck FUCK FUCK!" the girly voice yells over and over. Banging the bed with little force. As he... she? shakes, small, not even looking like a adult. He shivers, looking at his hands. "They... they need to go... they-they..." he breathes rapidly, unstable, with horror on his face, shaking.
Soon, Harrie sits in a medical gown. Feeling... exposed. As his chest has bumps upon them, as he looks down, he shivers, looking away. As the doctor enters. "H-Harrie... biological... tests are complete..." The man gulps... unsure. "Your body... is..." Harrie yells angry "Get to it. I know this... i am a fucking girl! Please tell me you can fucking fix this shit!" The man is quite... it goes quite. The man shakes his head "Not... without immense risk to your... life. Your entire body... well... at least biologically speaking... you are younger now... i... would say you gained another 80 years to your lifespan. B-Beyond that... you are genetically... physically... female." He is quite... as he breaths harder. "Fucking hell." As tears begin to fall. "Shit! FUck... fuck... what am... my wife... oh god..." He rubs his head, "Fuck... why... my emotions are so... ugh!" He shakes his head "What about the evotorium! I-If we take them down, get there Nanoserums! C-Can it be reversed!" The man... says desperately. The doctor looks at him unsure "Potentially." He goes quite, with shaking hands. "Am i... oh god... fuck..." he shivers. The doctor says "Your... emotions will likely be very... unstable for a while. Not... just because... of this... but... because your hormones... are that of a 15 year old girl." He shivers. "Fuck!" He rubs his head. As he looks up at the doctor, with wet, eyes, as he grits his teeth... the man is too big, the doctor is so much bigger, taller than him.
He sits in a hospital room... alone. As he looks down, seeing the small bumps on his chest, the long bright red hair along his head. As he shivers, feeling how he lacks things elsewhere, and how close his legs pull together on there own. His hands... so small. The world feels bigger, scaryer... but he is much shorter now. He moves, grabs his phone... its so big in his hands. As he shivers, turning the camera to face him, as he sees the very pretty, female face contorted in horror. He shivers, as tears come, he throws the phone, and... a mental breakdown begins, as he covers himself with the hospital blanket. He cries, shivering. As the blankets wrap tighter. "Stop... stop it. Why... fucking hell." He feels so... unstable. Like he just wants to let everything out. 'How am i ever going to be taken seriously! H-How will my life look at me!... We can't have sex like this!' He thinks shivering, deeper, and deeper. Panicking. "Fuck..." He says pained.
In parliament, debate was heated and emotional. Lawmakers from across the political spectrum demanded answers from intelligence agencies. As in the public equally heated responses flowed. The media leaned heavily into the narrative of betrayal. With daily headlines about the position of the gender bent, humiliated representative. As well as that, the Netherlands responded with great effect, with rapid political moves to spend more resources on there intelligence, and security to counter Evotorium replacement. While others worked on the same. Thou its hard... as there methods seem to involve perfect genetic mimicry of a target, along with a relentlessness unseen, and a cruelty that pushes them beyond other threats. But ideas like codewords, and knowledge locks for trust began to prove viable. Such a scramble spread across many nations. One reason was... many saw... Harrie Pleizier transformation as a sign... that anyone, even the rich were vulnerable to this. So... the rich were scared, and did not want to get targeted, and wanted to preempt this... utter threat to themselves. Thou for others, they still considered themselves immune to such attacks, and ignored such. While the UN soon released a decision, after private consideration. They declared the Evotorium a threat to humanity, and declared the start of the War for Humanity. As soon reports came in that the US, United Kingdom, Europe, France, Norway, Poland, of course the Netherlands, and more agreed to help in the war. As reports of plans for counterspying, raids, and more began to leak. At the same time, many citizens expressed unease that the media's unhinged obsession with Harrie. Overshadowing the thousands of transformed survivors already suffering. His suffering was undeniable, but many wondered why his gendered humiliation was portrayed as more horrific than children being turned into chimeras, and animals. At least he was still genetically human? Even got a lifespan boost.