P:A Chapter 1
"The key to our buisnesses strive to achive a perfect being, begins with the smallest step. A very, small step.." Dr. ryans voice played through the breifing rooms com system. To give the team a small perk of motivation for their upcoming prosedure. And they needed it, because it's not every day you purposly mutate and custom talior a batch of stem cells.
"Whats the ETOA for this gig, Clarke?" The biology PH.D, Huntley directed to one of the five other surgons, biochemists, and other sorts that were called upon to complete this multi-million doller assignment. To enplant an artifitial human, A human that took years to get the right genome for, with stem cells endowed with DNA from a recently starilized life form that gave the shakes to the makers of the team. An eastern mountain dragon, Found along the bering straight in alaska.
"If were feeling lucky today, maybe 16 hours from the start" Clarke, a young modern philosipher who happened to know a thing or two about background knowlage regarding our unwilling DNA doaner, Solaris, we called the dragon.
"16 hours prepairing, could take months to see if the specimen accepts the transplant." added Dutch, the australian Nerologist, who was jotting down notes on his tacTAB. Somthing he did when he was unsure. Which for him, was not very often. "Why the worry dutch? We've done the precalculations maybe a thousand times, all grouping at highly plausable." Proded Clarke. Switching his device off Dutch sighed, "Just dodgy on how the subject will mature. I know the company can't wait years for it to mature, but putting it through all of the major early life stages of childhood in the span of a couple months? How will the poor thing know what do to with itself when it's suddently thrust into adolesant problems at only 2 months? I don't know, It just awes me, thats all mate." Everyone went silent as they took in what Dutch had claimed. Finally, Dr. Smith broke the silance of the moment by walking through the polycarbon pressure sealed doors with a mild hiss. "All this stress over such a one-way topic, tell me gentelmen, how do you expect to live after this project is complete? You'll all be like mothers, sending your children into collage, haha!" He completed by slapping Dutch and Huntley on the back. "Sometimes I wonder how you landed this job, Don." Huntley said with a grin.
Dr. Smith was a high-claimed phycologist, But a very lowly matured man. But that has it's ups and downs. none the less, he usually found light in the dark when it came to seriousness.
"And hey, Dutch, you gotta' remember that this thing without the transplant is already hitting a possable 250 on the I.Q estimetes. I think It'll manage just fine when said times come." Clarke semi-humorously claimed before adding. "Wait, wheres Leo In all of this?" Leo was the main technical support for the entire team, being only on his first year out of collage and majoring in Modern computer sciance, he was young, but enexpandable on the team.
And before anyone could give a responce, the boy himself moved through the airlock from the labratory, rubbing the condensation off of his ever-present glasses. Sliding them on his face he remarked, "All sytems are go." Which got a few laughs, some from leo himself.
Having the team be all together, now was the start of the greatest feat in modern scientific history. They all moved to the airlock confedently as the vault sealed shut.