The end of the United Earth Directory has come and gone, the time of the Terrans has ticked by, and a new generation has emerged...
Location: Solar Protectorate Scientific Research Facility
Planet: Zulu III
Time: 27 Feb 2047, 0745 hrs.
Surrounded by dozens of eager and able scientists, technicians, researchers, and aides, a frozen capsule, carried within a small test tube, was being brought in. Its escort of four Marines led by a Firebat Sergeant, suggested extreme secrecy, moreover, importance. A cool bluish-green fog spilled from the capsule as its first protective coating was removed. The soft, shadowed fog billowed over the examination table. Several technicians shivered slightly as the cold fog rolled over their slipper-covered feet. Slowly, almost dramatically, each of the four protective coverings and coatings were removed. The head scientist, identified as Dr. Malliard, the chief researcher and scientist in the facilities "reproductive biology" department, removed a pair of slender forceps from his pressed white lab coat. With careful, graceful, practiced movements, he moved a small canister, the size of a normal green pea, and placed it delicately in a petri dish sitting ready beside him.
Dr. Malliard was an angular man, with high-placed cheekbones, an angular, pointed chin, and a rounded, balding head. His spectacled-eyes were an unusual shade of green, turquoise to be more precise. In a quick and delicate motion, he slid the thick, oversized glasses up his crooked nose. His gaze rose from the canister the to group of researchers, and began to speak, with a hoarse, raspy voice seen in men of much greater age than himself.
"Gentlemen, ladies, fellow co-workers. Since you have made it this far into the facility, I am not at liberty to inform you of what work we are about to overtake." His shaded eyes danced around the numerous researchers. "The canister presented to us by these soldiers..." His abrasive voice pronounced the word with an unconcealed distrust. As his forceps took hold on the canister, visually inspecting it with his spectacled eyes, "...contains one, and I emphasize on one, Protoss sperm cell." He looked back to the scientists, to see numerous jaws drops, and eyes balloon to unusual proportions. The doctor could not help but chuckle slightly in amusement. "This cell was," he paused lightly, searching for an appropriate word. A smile spread across his face as he turned toward the Firebat Sergeant, "...procured... by the Directorate military before its collapse. Now no one knows what they planned to do with it, but the Solar Protectorate has made their decision on its use, which I
plan to divulge to you today." He placed the canister into the petri dish, and motioned for the collective entourage to follow him as he placed the petri dish beneath a microscope. With a quick flick of the wrist, he activated a wall monitor, and a flash-frozen sperm cell, in most respects similar to a human cell, appeared on screen.
"Now Protoss sperm, for the most part, are VERY similar to humans, they only difference is in the genetic material contained inside. Included in this cell is the material for the development of specific temporal lobe structures that can be used for telekinesis, psychomotor transmission, and other functions humans are not capable of...." Dr. Malliard continued his lecture until the end of the morning, after which all of the scientific staff were dispatched into the sleepign quarters, to prepare for the next day's ensemble of research, development, and testing. After all the scientists and soldiers had left, the only person remaining was Dr. Malliard, who once more visually inspected the canister before placing it in a locked container. As he walked out of the laboratory, his head shaking slowly side to side, you can hear raspy, whispered words escape his lips: "What are we doing...why are we doing this...for what?" And he closes the door behind him, his footsteps echoing down
the hall, barely audible, the cool blue fog now coming down from an overhead vent onto the canister atop the lab table.
Location: Solar Protectorate Scientific Research Facility
Planet: Zulu III
Time: 27 Feb 2047, 0745 hrs.
Surrounded by dozens of eager and able scientists, technicians, researchers, and aides, a frozen capsule, carried within a small test tube, was being brought in. Its escort of four Marines led by a Firebat Sergeant, suggested extreme secrecy, moreover, importance. A cool bluish-green fog spilled from the capsule as its first protective coating was removed. The soft, shadowed fog billowed over the examination table. Several technicians shivered slightly as the cold fog rolled over their slipper-covered feet. Slowly, almost dramatically, each of the four protective coverings and coatings were removed. The head scientist, identified as Dr. Malliard, the chief researcher and scientist in the facilities "reproductive biology" department, removed a pair of slender forceps from his pressed white lab coat. With careful, graceful, practiced movements, he moved a small canister, the size of a normal green pea, and placed it delicately in a petri dish sitting ready beside him.
Dr. Malliard was an angular man, with high-placed cheekbones, an angular, pointed chin, and a rounded, balding head. His spectacled-eyes were an unusual shade of green, turquoise to be more precise. In a quick and delicate motion, he slid the thick, oversized glasses up his crooked nose. His gaze rose from the canister the to group of researchers, and began to speak, with a hoarse, raspy voice seen in men of much greater age than himself.
"Gentlemen, ladies, fellow co-workers. Since you have made it this far into the facility, I am not at liberty to inform you of what work we are about to overtake." His shaded eyes danced around the numerous researchers. "The canister presented to us by these soldiers..." His abrasive voice pronounced the word with an unconcealed distrust. As his forceps took hold on the canister, visually inspecting it with his spectacled eyes, "...contains one, and I emphasize on one, Protoss sperm cell." He looked back to the scientists, to see numerous jaws drops, and eyes balloon to unusual proportions. The doctor could not help but chuckle slightly in amusement. "This cell was," he paused lightly, searching for an appropriate word. A smile spread across his face as he turned toward the Firebat Sergeant, "...procured... by the Directorate military before its collapse. Now no one knows what they planned to do with it, but the Solar Protectorate has made their decision on its use, which I
plan to divulge to you today." He placed the canister into the petri dish, and motioned for the collective entourage to follow him as he placed the petri dish beneath a microscope. With a quick flick of the wrist, he activated a wall monitor, and a flash-frozen sperm cell, in most respects similar to a human cell, appeared on screen.
"Now Protoss sperm, for the most part, are VERY similar to humans, they only difference is in the genetic material contained inside. Included in this cell is the material for the development of specific temporal lobe structures that can be used for telekinesis, psychomotor transmission, and other functions humans are not capable of...." Dr. Malliard continued his lecture until the end of the morning, after which all of the scientific staff were dispatched into the sleepign quarters, to prepare for the next day's ensemble of research, development, and testing. After all the scientists and soldiers had left, the only person remaining was Dr. Malliard, who once more visually inspected the canister before placing it in a locked container. As he walked out of the laboratory, his head shaking slowly side to side, you can hear raspy, whispered words escape his lips: "What are we doing...why are we doing this...for what?" And he closes the door behind him, his footsteps echoing down
the hall, barely audible, the cool blue fog now coming down from an overhead vent onto the canister atop the lab table.