Jeb smiled as he walked down the corridor in the antiseptic smelling rooms of the School. His child was being born, his child, just at the end of the hall. It would be the first of its kind, a leader in a new age of recombinant forms.
Leader, best, maximum. Maximum. He liked the sound of that. Maybe he would name the child Maximum. They could call it Max for short. That was a suitable name for a boy, and for a girl, well, the child was strange enough already, the name would just reflect that.
He walked into the tiny hospital-esque room. There was Martinez, in a hospital gown, her sweat soaked face a mask of pain. She smiled weakly at him as he walked into the room, and he returned it.
She was a beautiful woman, that he could not deny. He hoped the child looked like her, especially her gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. Lost in thought, he was jerked back to life by the doctor saying, "It's a girl!"
he looked at the beautiful child, still smeared with blood and allowed himself one moment of pity, one moment of sorrow for this little child who would never lead a normal life, never be a normal person. He picked up the child, cradling her lightly in his arms.
"Hello my dear Maximum. Ready to save the world?"
The child cooed happily and he chuckled to himself. "Not yet dear Maximum, but soon, sooner than you could ever imagine." He set the child down and, sighing to himself, exited the room.