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Hoover went home that night with his owner, Samantha Jefferson. Along the way home he had been stpped and petted by more than ten people, and by the eigth, X94 -D7 had swam through his ear and into his brain lobe. Project S was in system.
One of the petters had been a small boy named Christopher Williams.
Hoover and licked his hand, while the boy squealed with glee. He was after all, only four. After petting Hoover, Christopher had (like most four-year-olds) picked his nose. Being the curious soul he was, he had put the little green discovery on his tounge. That did it. Project S was in Hoover’s saliva on Christophers hand, and was now being absorbed through the membranes in his mouth. Within 24 hours, little Chirstopher Williams, would assume room temperature.
And so, Project S had been put into motion.