Few scientists were working at this hour. It was late at night, or rather, well into the morning. 2:37 a.m., the clock read. Dr. Shiela remained, however, hunched over her computer. She puttered away at her computer like any dedicated scientist. Side projects were being thrown around, ideas scattered like an internet forum- although much more organized and my far more professional. At the moment, she was working on an idea for a robotic arm- a prosthetic limb that would have the full range of motion as a regular arm should a human need an amputation. Shiela was a higher-ranking scientist in the robotic and prosthetic department. The Kontour Science Laboratory was known worldwide for its research in fields such as these.
Mere minutes later, the digital clock on her never-wrong laptop read 2:40 a.m. Shiela jerked up in surprise as the door to the room she was in was flung open, bright beams from the outside hallway's florescent lights spilling into the room previously lit only by the glow of several computer screens. The doctor shielded her eyes from the light as a looming figure swooped into the room. When she could finally make sense of the world with her newly brightened vision, she realized it was only Dr. Drey, a leading male scientist in the lab.
"Have you made any progress?" Trust Dr. Drey to cut out greetings completely, although that seemed to be custom around here. But this morning, something seemed different about him. He seemed excited; as though he really didn't care about Dr. Shiela's work, and rather had something important to say himself.
Shiela shook her head. She hadn't done much with the robotics, and what progress she had made didn't seem like it would make a difference to Drey at all right now.
"You won't believe what we found- it's the scientific breakthrough we've been yearning for!" Drey burst out, as if unable to contain his excitement. Drey was normally a very professional person; this something must be very important to have someone like him this wound up.
Noting this, Shiela sat up straighter. "What have you found?" She asked. Drey worked mainly in an advanced, futuristic branch of the lab, of making flesh-and-blood replacements for amputated animals. Last time she had been notified of what he was working on, he was struggling to create a real working tail.
"Come see, not even you would believe this if I told you." Drey said, managing to control himself somewhat. Sheila, intrigued to the point where she dismissed the fact he thought she couldn't handle news my speech, stood. Drey swept out of the lab, his trench coat like lab uniform billowing behind him as beams of florescent lights silhouetted him. Shiela followed close behind, narrowing her eyes against the bright lights in the hallway.
Drey led her down the hall toward his unit, a new spring in his step. He stopped what seemed to be a main room and swung open the door. The main attraction of the room was a large one-way mirror screen spanning nearly the whole wall opposite the door. At the moment, the whole screen was black. Sheila stood and watched as Drey rushed to a control panel, motioning uselessly toward the screen. He flipped a switch, and the screen shot to life, exposing the test room beyond.
Shiela's eyes widened as she stared through the glass. In the test room, the slim tabby cat leapt about the floor, its two full size wings fluttering madly.