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First up, Korm belongs to me(sorry if the name is used in other contexts in other places this Korm is mine! HANDS OFF!). This small intro covers some back story and starts the lead up to Korm's scientifically yifftastic discovery. This story doesn't contain sex, but future stories may.

This is my very first Story, Read and appraise as you see fit. Log 02 to follow. Enjoy.

Log 01-A few days of Freedom.

The sound of steel grinding against steel followed by a high pitched buzzer and a green light.....

An unknown, but familiar voice came from the intercom to his right.

"Mr. Korm you are cleared to enter the facility."

This time a quiet hiss and light appeared in front of him two Med.Tec officers entered to escort him to his lab.

Walking past the other labs he wondered, not for the first time what experiments were taking place in these labs. The black windows didn't allow anyone to see in or out of the labs, his lab was the same.

He wasn't exactly a prisoner, but every day was the same.

He woke, drove the 60 kilometres from Lake Eyre and entered the base at Oondatta. It looked like an old pub the 'owner' was always at the bar, to enter the lab complex he had to ask the bartender for a Highlander Cooler, the bartender would take, from the shelf behind him, a shot of scotch, 2 dashes of Angostura bitters, 30 ml of lemon juice, a teaspoon of sugar and 120 ml of ginger ale. Then mix it in a glass hand it to Mr. Korm and tell him not to drink too much because the toilet is out of order.

When he had the drink he would proceed to the bathroom, walk to the second cubicle and enter.

Once inside he had to open the cistern and have his thumb print scanned. The front door would engaged its magnetic locks and the wall would slide away so that he could enter the second scanning room.

"Mr. Korm your lab, please swipe in." The black helmeted guard with the name tag 'Niel Atent' lifted the cover on the thumb print scanner and watched as Mr. Korm placed his thumb on the black screen.

A green line slid up the screen and back down. Then his lab door opened.

"Enjoy your stay Mr. Korm." Niel again.

"Thank you Niel." With a grin Korm walked into his home away from home, he usually spent around ten hours working on his project, sometimes though, when he felt close to a breakthrough, or if he was deep in thought about a certain piece of his puzzle he would stay, the longest he had been there was 4 days, in that time he managed to splice several human chromosomes into his target, he was nearing a complete prototype.

He walked past his first computer, which was always on, and then at his second he stopped, pushed the on switch and then walked to his isolation chamber.

He was tasked with splicing human D.N.A into animal species, it would have been easier to introduce animal D.N.A into a human subject but that was quite illegal and the director didn't want to chance being discovered.

The project was to create superior humans, his first model was a male spliced with a dog, it only lasted a few days but it proved that the splice was possible.

The director didn't tell him which animals to use this was at his discretion he was now working on a feline human, designed for black ops, stealth mission.

His computer beeped, he walked back over and entered the password Mythos9-534 01220, the codename of his project. The specs of his current project flashed on the screen he was 97% complete, he had several chromosomes left to splice, to form a breedable, stable lifeform. The hard part was getting the human mind to successfully merge with the animal mind. In the canine male he had eliminated the dog parts completely which cause several organs still laced with canine D.N.A to fail, it had shown awareness and intelligence but sadly only lived for a few hours.

He sat at his computer, pulled a can of redbull out of his desk and cracked the seal. Taking a long drink he opened the direct connection to the splicer, and began entering the strings of numbers required to make the genes compatible.

The last thirty strands, the final 3% only took a few hours, as was his experience with the dog man.

Several tags flashed on his screen, a basic UI program he had written to splice D.N.A this program is what made the project possible, it was less powerful than baseline programming but it would do for the last few.

A white box in the middle of his screen displayed several lines of text.

"Sequence 12 strands, reproductive and thought patterns" For some reason when he finally wrote a program for D.N.A splicing, these two had to go together if the genes for the two processes weren't compatible, a splice could never happen.

He pushed the ENTER key and typed the same code he used for the dog man replacing the felines reproductive organs with human ones but instead of completely overwriting its thought patterns he opted to just change 68% of them.

'647e532d5f7c2c1874108e06e95eee63'

'Match successful'

This was the exciting part, the dog man had taken him a year and a half, which was understandable seeing as it was the first ever splice, the feline so far had taken him just over a month.

His screen flashed again:

'18 strands remaining, initiating automatic pairing.'

The computer was able to automatically pair the remaining strands, but everything before that had to be done manually, he had attempted to make the entire system automatic, but the computer could handle the math they were complex equations but it couldn't handle the ethical understanding that was required for the first 97% the first part of the splice.

He held Alt-Ctrl-F-8, his screen went black, he put his computer into minimal operating mode so that it could use all its processing data to work on the equations, the last part would take a few days.

Mr. Korm walked to his other always-on computer and used the same code.

Alt-Ctrl-F-8, the screen flashed and his work log came up.

Keying in the last few lines he e-mailed it to the director. The reply was almost immediate; the director always seemed to be ready to answer.

The mail opened and Korm saw what he wanted, the code allowing him to proceed, to let him use the D.N.A sequencer, to begin creation of his 'Daughter' when the equations were complete.

Now was there was no time to stop, he walked to the door scanned his thumb and the door opened to reveal two Med.Tec guards.

"Hey Niel. I'm almost done"

Niel didn't know what Korm was working on he didn't want to know, the director had told him never to ask about or even look into any of the labs.

"Mr. Korm, where are you heading?" Niel was the only guard that had every spoken to him.

"Niel, I think we should head to the cafeteria." Nodding his head Niel and the other guard, who curiously, didn't have a nametag motioned to his right.

Walking through the marble hallways again, his stomach rumbled, excitement always made him hungry.

At the cafeteria he was the only scientist, three guards were talking over a magazine and some coffee and the kitchen staff was moving back and forth behind the counter stirring this and pouring that, turning up ovens here and scraping plates there.

Korm walked up to the counter and pointed to several un-delicious, blandly coloured meals.

He took his tray, sat down and began eating what he assumed was mashed potato. The guards looked over at him; clearly he was enjoying this crap too much.

He ate the texturless food stood up and placed his tray back on the counter, then Niel, anonymous and Mr. Korm left the cafeteria. Korm walked in front of his two guards, one to his left and one to his right.

"Niel, I'm going to go home." He imagined a puzzled look crossing the guards face behind his black, mirrored helmet.

"Ok, I guess we will see you tomorrow Korm."

"No the director has allowed me to take a few days off." While the computer paired the strands, he was allowed to take the time off, it predicted 52 hours so he was allowed to take 2 days off, 2 days until his daughter was ready.

Niel and Nameless, his two Med.tec guards walked him to the decontamination rooms just inside the exit. The odd thing about the facility was the entrance was located on the left side of the street, but the exit, was on the right. So if someone was watching, they would see a trickle of people entering one side, and moving out from the other, which was not a problem because the town was populated with Med.tec guards. the scientists and others just didn't know it.

Korm waited while the fog in the room slithered from the tubes and vents and encased him, the fog always made him feel oddly comforted as if he wasn't alone in the room. That strange grey, white fog didn't smell, taste, didn't have any weight or temperature that he could feel, it amazed him, it was just another one of the labs mysteries that he wanted to figure out but knew if he did he would be in serious trouble with the Director.

The fog began to retreat back into the walls leaving Korm with a sense of loss, an empty place in his chest like the fog had taken part of him.

The unknown but familiar voice came over a hidden intercom.

"Mr Korm you are clear to leave, enjoy your time away we will see you in exactly 47 hours and 53 minutes."

The doors opened, and he walked out of the sterile lab and straight into the changing room of the Gym across from the bar.

With a sigh and a brief thought to the fog, he scanned his thumb heard the magnetic doors release and walked out into the gym waiting for his code to truly free him for the two days. He moved over to the nearest barbell set and hoisted the 10kg up with his right hand, and the 8kg up with his left. His left elbow had been shattered when he was a kid.

Slowly flexing his arms up, down, up, down. he started to remember the injury, back when he had lived with his family in Meringur in Victoria on the farm buried deep in the wheat belt he and a friend had been messing around with his father's gun in the shed. They had laughed and thought they were good trying to shoot at some sparrows near the roof, they fired several bullets from an 8-bullet magazine and then his friend joking turned it on him thinking it was dry, but they hadn't realized that the gun was loaded with 8 bullets in the mag, and one sitting in the chamber and Korm's elbow, and part of one of his ribs were violently removed from his body leaving him scarred and with a weak left elbow.

A man walking past in shorts and a Singlet brushed by the dumbbell racks and leant against the wall near Korm.

"Hey buddy, wanna take a pump at the bench press?"

Ahh, his freedom code, he supposed it was pretty stupid but it let him go free so it didn't bother him too much.

"Sorry mate, got a bad elbow 1 handers is all I can do." There was no truth in it except for the elbow, he could bench 120kg which although not impressive was good for someone who got constant D's in Phys Ed in school. He dropped the dumbbells back into their slots and walked out the tinted glass doors into the bright street.

The street always seemed empty and as far as Korm called tell it had no name, or he had never seen the sign, he continued down the the street, crossed it once he reached the car park and walked through the sports cars and four wheel drives, until he reached his '91 Rodeo, a trustier car had never been built. He had owned it for the entirety of its life and not once had it broken down but he did take good care of it. He slid the long key into the door and swung it open to be greeted by that warm, leathery summer day smell of a car in the heat. Easing himself into the seat he depressed the brake, turned the key and waited for a few seconds before shifting his foot to the clutch, the car had a pull-turn-release handbrake, which he let off and then put the car into first.

As he rolled out onto the road back to Eyre he turned the stereo up plugged his Ipod into the homemade dash mount, and scrolled the menu to Artists, from there he went to Delgados, and then to the song "The Light Before We Land", the song even with the added static and slowness calmed and reassured him, he had never really been into slow music. Even though he was just 26 he was a creature of the 70's preferring songs like "You should be dancing" to the moderns like "Get Low".

It never really bothered him to be thought of as old fashioned, even the girls he had dated thought he was an old fashioned romantic unsuited for today's day and age.

The 60k's back into town flew buy with the Delgados serenading him home, with songs like "Come in from the Cold" and his personal favourite "Sink of Swim". Driving back along the no-speed-limit highway he cruised at 80 taking him only forty minutes, just 1 cd length, or on his Ipod, just over 12 songs, most were around three minutes with the occasional 5 thrown in. He slowed to the mandatory 50 in town and brushed by the local supermarket, watching people going in and out laden with their shopping, he sighed knowing he would be there later for his. After the supermarket came the string of small cafe's and newsagents, then there were a few fast food places, and a pub. Then the commercial gave way to residential, filling his windows with small town houses and side streets filled, he guessed with families and young couples.

He rolled down the streets, passing a school and an oval, and at the intersection of Jones street and Crampton street he turned right into one of the cheaper sides of town, flowing down to the end he pulled up at the last house, number 193 Crampton Street, the last house, the house furthest south of the whole town, at its back and sides there was vacant land, which Korm had also been provided as part of his housing from the Lab. Pulling up to the side of the house, he hit the pause button on his Ipod, threw on the park brake and jumped out to open the gates. He had always preferred to park his car at the back of the house it allowed easier access to the pit if he needed to change the oil or do a quick check of the underbody.

Walking around the left of the house he went up the small side alley and into a pedestrian gate, once inside the gate he continued up the path to the main gates, pulled the bolts and pushed them open. At this point he noticed there was mail sticking out of the mailbox, probably bills as always.

After parking the car over the pits, locking the doors and retrieving the mail it was time to head indoors for another long night of crap on T.V, the cosy glow of the computer screens and maybe some light reading. After an extremely light meal consisting of a coffee and four choc-chip cookies, Korm threw the T.V. on and retired to bed to continue reading his current book "Meta-analysis and Combining Information in Genetics and Genomics" by Rudy Guerra, David B. Allison, Darlene Goldstein. The last passage he read dealt with addressing the complications inherent in comparing and replicating genetic studies, the contributors carefully examine microarrays, gene mapping, and proteomics.