As a boy George Taylor spent much of his youth travelling with his father Dr Martin Taylor, who worked with various nomadic and remote tribes teaching them modern methods in medicine, whilst writing a scientific paper on their own healing methods.
It was during one such trip that George fell gravely ill. After exhausting everything he had at his disposal and being to far from any hospital Dr Taylor turned to one of the local witch doctors for help. He had tried everything else he could think of and had seen enough of their remarkable work to view them as worthy last resort.
The witch doctor examined the young boy and immediately began preparing a stew made from a thick leaf, the same stew in fact that was given to the tribes warriors before a battle. The unusual medicine did the job well and soon George was back to health. The initial dose lasted only a while though and soon more doses were required.
Upon returning to his lab the doctor delved into the cure and discovered that it was not so much the plant that was helping, but a chemical released from some pupa that regularly congregated on the leaf, the pupa was that of the whitefly.
After identifying and replicating the chemical, regular doses were given to George, who in little time became stronger, faster and even seemed to be unaffected by the spate of illnesses that others around him found it impossible to avoid.
The exhilaration of discovering the new medicine meant the doctor had spent several days inside his lab, but outside things had taken a turn for the worst. The chemical the whitefly pupa produced assisted metamorphosis and under the prolonged exposure George entered a semi cocoon phase and began to change.
When his father discovered George remorse filled him. He had used his son to test the unknown and had paid the ultimate price. His son was no longer recognisable to him. He destroyed his lab to ensure the truth of what he had done never came out and after watching his son recover from the change, he left, although to where no-one knows.
As for the boy it was clear that he would never again be George Taylor or indeed any normal person for the change had affected him in a profound manner, Antennae now protruded his chitin head, small claws protruded from his hands, small armour plates covered his skin and strangest of all, with a new set of wings he was now able to fly.
It was clear he would never again be George Taylor, he would now be Whitefly!
As a boy George Taylor spent much of his youth travelling with his father Dr Martin Taylor, who worked with various nomadic and remote tribes teaching them modern methods in medicine, whilst writing a scientific paper on their own healing methods.
It was during one such trip that George fell gravely ill. After exhausting everything he had at his disposal and being to far from any hospital Dr Taylor turned to one of the local witch doctors for help. He had tried everything else he could think of and had seen enough of their remarkable work to view them as worthy last resort.
The witch doctor examined the young boy and immediately began preparing a stew made from a thick leaf, the same stew in fact that was given to the tribes warriors before a battle. The unusual medicine did the job well and soon George was back to health. The initial dose lasted only a while though and soon more doses were required.
Upon returning to his lab the doctor delved into the cure and discovered that it was not so much the plant that was helping, but a chemical released from some pupa that regularly congregated on the leaf, the pupa was that of the whitefly.
After identifying and replicating the chemical, regular doses were given to George, who in little time became stronger, faster and even seemed to be unaffected by the spate of illnesses that others around him found it impossible to avoid.
The exhilaration of discovering the new medicine meant the doctor had spent several days inside his lab, but outside things had taken a turn for the worst. The chemical the whitefly pupa produced assisted metamorphosis and under the prolonged exposure George entered a semi cocoon phase and began to change.
When his father discovered George remorse filled him. He had used his son to test the unknown and had paid the ultimate price. His son was no longer recognisable to him. He destroyed his lab to ensure the truth of what he had done never came out and after watching his son recover from the change, he left, although to where no-one knows.
As for the boy it was clear that he would never again be George Taylor or indeed any normal person for the change had affected him in a profound manner, Antennae now protruded his chitin head, small claws protruded from his hands, small armour plates covered his skin and strangest of all, with a new set of wings he was now able to fly.
It was clear he would never again be George Taylor, he would now be Whitefly!