Do something else, or rather notice that someONE else is messing with your sphere...

You spread your awareness over your sphere for a hands count of minutes, though you lack hands with which to count, from a traditional perspective, and realize there is something VERY bizarre going on in a tower in the 'Roof Of The World' mountains. You jump to the nearest vermin, a brown rat, and look through it's eyes at the strangest agglomeration of Neo-Atlantian Magitech that you have ever seen. You try something you have never tried before and manifest a "Sensor Avatar" taking the form of a ghostly bane worm in the AEther, with which you flit about the lab, examining it.

Ten minutes later you dismiss the sensor and rest in the rat in AWE.

By all the devils of hell this is a fully functional GENESIS Laboratory, and NOT one run by the Admin either!

Even in the days of the Elder Atlantians, during the prehistory of the world when the game was in alpha, for all the madness that was allowed in those days, with ships that sailed through the land and cities which floated in the sky, EVEN THEN only the Admin were allowed to have Genesis Labs. This is because what Genisis Labs DO is SO, INCREDIBLY, DANGEROUS; that to allow it in the hands of any but the Admin is to INVITE server crashes.

What could be so unutterably dangerous?

A fully active and functional Genesis Laboratory creates new types of creatures: and writes their code into the server.

To successfully run one you need an encyclopedic knowledge of Biology, Physics, Biochemistry, Genetics, the game's magic system, several programming languages, Anatomy; both humanoid and veterinary, Microbiology, Organic Chemistry, the class, EXP, and leveling systems, and the creatures which already existed in the game to avoid duplication. Normally this was accomplished by the admin with a team of 20 or 30 people working on hidden 'Black Servers' for months or years at a time, then simply 'porting' the finished products to all the normal servers, but here, from what you can see, it is being done by a team of three, One Ancient Sun Elf Man, one Equally Aged 'Drow' woman, and a Sapient Golem which may be a hold over from the days of the Elder Atlantians...

They have almost completed a new creation: a 'Cantalope', a hideous plant/animal/fungus hybrid that is a little larger than a person's head, has four legs, horns to gore, and a tail like a broom, which hunts by heat and reproduces by infesting people with sharp needle like seeds by exploding when it is killed or injecting them with the tips of its horns when it gores...

You need to get out of here! The gods were made something more than what they were programmed to be by Those-That-Reign-Beyond in the first days of the first server, but you still owe your basal existence to the Admin and this madness threatens to destroy the whole server, which will erase your amazing gains of this day.