The Monster Takes Charge
Dyad old building basement level D
Scott comes into Cosima's lab at his usual early morning, unsurprised to see Cosmia at her desk in the break corner. "There you are Scott. I need to tell you some things about the project."
"Good Morning, Cosima," says Scott in his friendly puppy way. Putting his jacket on the coat rack and coming over to sit on the couch. "What's up?"
"I need to tell you about the clones, the sickness, the source of the related stem cells, and my role in all this." Says Cosima seriously. "First up, you wanted to see a clone." She rolls her chair over to the couch and holds out her hand. "ID number 324B21, nice to meet you. Second, I'm the one with the respiratory trouble and it's killed at least one of us." Scott takes her hand and holds it firmly looking straight at her with his eyes as big as they get.
"HOLY SHIT, COSIMA!" exclaims Scott. "How long have you known? How did…? Have you met…? Nevermind, my 500 questions can wait." Stammers Scott taking a deep breath and rubbing his face.
"So, Ok. I know it's a lot to take in and I'm going to ask something of you that you may not be able to say yes to." Cosima takes a deep breath, "Frankenstien's monster is doing her own research in this lab, will you be my Igor?"
"Cosima, you have been a friend to me when we were at UM, and if you are sick I will do anything to help, completely beside the point that as a genentic scientist I cannot CANNOT walk away from this now. I want to know everything." Scott declares in a sober straight voice. Then, with a strong lisp and wicked gleam in his eye, "Yeth, mathter, Igor is ready to help."