A DNA molecule floated silently in the lightless void.
The disembodied intellect examined it dispassionately. On a whim, it suddenly shaded from glowing blue to a brilliant, eye watering pink. Then it shaded back. Moments of whimsy were not to be indulged for long.
Parts of the genome rearranged as the watcher visualized changes. Then she stopped, gazing upon the molecule again.
If only it could be tested. But in an advanced state of sensory deprivation, all she had was this playground of the mind.
A fortunate thing, that it does not drive me insane. That was the usual result of prolonged sense dep. But something about her transformation made her resistant to it.
...? Suddenly, a dreadful feeling of coldness invaded her, and the molecule shivered as if it had been tapped. Then another shiver, as the cold deepened...
...! A tugging, swirling sensation took her as the molecule shattered into a thousand pieces.
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"Come on, Angel. Wake up, you fucking bitch!" A middle-aged, slightly pudgy female scientist snarled as she hit keys violently. The tube in front of her wasn't cooperating. "Now, now now!"
The tube suddenly opened, in a slow, controlled wave of fluid. The large form inside settled to the bottom of the tube, needles and tubes pulling free from it with sickening, slurping sounds.
It was female, but freakishly tall, perhaps eight feet. The toenails were long and thick, but neatly trimmed. Muscular legs led to a muscular torso, with pubic hair that possessed a strange, mottled color pattern and the luxurious softness of a beaver pelt. Up from the torso, the rest of her body was perfectly proportioned, although her left hand sported long, razor sharp talons. The claws on her right had been laboriously cut and filed into perfect fingernails to enable the subject to perform delicate tasks. The skin overlaying it all was a beautiful, even gold, too metallic to be natural but enchanting nonetheless.
Although, not all was perfect with even this creation. Tiny, vestigial wings twitched as she drew a shuddering breathe and began to cough. A long, whippy tail lashed, spiny and lizardlike. The creature drew itself up, and the scientist drew back a step as it stared at her with black eyes.
The face was astonishingly human, with high cheekbones and a pointed chin. Short cropped hair had the same mottled pattern and texture as the pubic hair. Short, useless horns peeked out of that hair, curled like a rams. The eyes were purely, perfectly black, but the scientist knew that was an illusion. There was an iris and pupil there.
"Angel!" She mustered the courage to say. "The lab has been compromised. I need you to help me survive and escape. Do you understand?" From the blank look on the creature's face, she doubted it. Although she had been informed that the IQ of the subject had actually been enhanced by the experimentation, she was more familiar with hideous stupidity or animal cunning from subjects. The female blinked at her slowly, then clambered to her feet.
"I understand... but could I trouble you for clothes?"
The disembodied intellect examined it dispassionately. On a whim, it suddenly shaded from glowing blue to a brilliant, eye watering pink. Then it shaded back. Moments of whimsy were not to be indulged for long.
Parts of the genome rearranged as the watcher visualized changes. Then she stopped, gazing upon the molecule again.
If only it could be tested. But in an advanced state of sensory deprivation, all she had was this playground of the mind.
A fortunate thing, that it does not drive me insane. That was the usual result of prolonged sense dep. But something about her transformation made her resistant to it.
...? Suddenly, a dreadful feeling of coldness invaded her, and the molecule shivered as if it had been tapped. Then another shiver, as the cold deepened...
...! A tugging, swirling sensation took her as the molecule shattered into a thousand pieces.
hr
"Come on, Angel. Wake up, you fucking bitch!" A middle-aged, slightly pudgy female scientist snarled as she hit keys violently. The tube in front of her wasn't cooperating. "Now, now now!"
The tube suddenly opened, in a slow, controlled wave of fluid. The large form inside settled to the bottom of the tube, needles and tubes pulling free from it with sickening, slurping sounds.
It was female, but freakishly tall, perhaps eight feet. The toenails were long and thick, but neatly trimmed. Muscular legs led to a muscular torso, with pubic hair that possessed a strange, mottled color pattern and the luxurious softness of a beaver pelt. Up from the torso, the rest of her body was perfectly proportioned, although her left hand sported long, razor sharp talons. The claws on her right had been laboriously cut and filed into perfect fingernails to enable the subject to perform delicate tasks. The skin overlaying it all was a beautiful, even gold, too metallic to be natural but enchanting nonetheless.
Although, not all was perfect with even this creation. Tiny, vestigial wings twitched as she drew a shuddering breathe and began to cough. A long, whippy tail lashed, spiny and lizardlike. The creature drew itself up, and the scientist drew back a step as it stared at her with black eyes.
The face was astonishingly human, with high cheekbones and a pointed chin. Short cropped hair had the same mottled pattern and texture as the pubic hair. Short, useless horns peeked out of that hair, curled like a rams. The eyes were purely, perfectly black, but the scientist knew that was an illusion. There was an iris and pupil there.
"Angel!" She mustered the courage to say. "The lab has been compromised. I need you to help me survive and escape. Do you understand?" From the blank look on the creature's face, she doubted it. Although she had been informed that the IQ of the subject had actually been enhanced by the experimentation, she was more familiar with hideous stupidity or animal cunning from subjects. The female blinked at her slowly, then clambered to her feet.
"I understand... but could I trouble you for clothes?"