Juliana Payson B.Eng (Hons)
Bio
These are all the stories in the search for who I was, how did I get these skills I have to hide?
Why was I given a special gift, only to have no use for it in society?
I downplayed everything until I found out why.
Stories (7/0)
A Claim of Identity
I was pregnant, sitting in the passenger seat of the car whilst my father drove in somberness. “She was such a quiet pretty thing” my father sadly recounted. “And then she turned into this…” he shuddered in disbelief at what was happening against the backdrop of a grey drizzle wet day, where even the sound of traffic outside us was subdued to a whisper, punctuated with the smearing wiper blades that counted down with the clock to our unwanted destination.
By Juliana Payson B.Eng (Hons)2 years ago in Families
Hacker
What I am about to say is true, and sometimes the truth is unbearable. It’s too cliché to say fact is stranger than fiction, when in actual fact, the world I was living in was a fiction. I denied reality for so long because it was too painful, that I forgot who I was, and I was all alone.
By Juliana Payson B.Eng (Hons)2 years ago in Criminal
Escape from family execution
For decades I had denied who I was, a fear had been ingrained in me since childhood, that should anyone Chinese come looking for me, I should flee. This sadly, is not uncommon. Normally, most second generation of any Chinese are unaware of their parents struggle to escape their homeland and integrate into a foreign country. But for me that was not afforded. For me, news of my Princess grandmothers assassination had made it not only to newspapers, but listed all family members, even those born outside of the country. And these clippings found their way to my mother enclosed with death threats - that if she were to try to claim any part of her heritage, my mother and our family would also be assasinated.
By Juliana Payson B.Eng (Hons)2 years ago in Humans
Kill the fourth child, or you may see the last of your riches
On the left cheek, closest to the mouth, it says “kill the fourth child” and this is where my modern family began. Our family had retained all the traditions of nobility, except one. The Princess had unbound feet among other nobles. My mother recalls seeing all the nobles with tiny bound feet, and tiny shuffle steps as that was revered “ladylike” and beautiful somehow.
By Juliana Payson B.Eng (Hons)2 years ago in Humans
The most lethal poison in the world
Thousands of years ago, when the Denisovans were finally integrated with the Sapiens and forgotten, their descendants still found refuge in the high mountains where they had been gifted EPAS1 to survive. The people were small, 4ft tall, stout, and were excellent climbers.
By Juliana Payson B.Eng (Hons)2 years ago in Humans
The EPAS1 Gene
long ago when hominids of every kind walked the earth, there was a stout hominid who escaped the brutal creatures of the land by seeking refuge high above the clouds, where the giant cats would not go, nor the wolve packs to hunt them. A life of survival meant that stout little Denisovan, with short knees and a penchant for climbing, would start to build their encampments, rather than live in caves.
By Juliana Payson B.Eng (Hons)2 years ago in FYI
