Jimmy had quickly finished the homework of both his own and Cindy's. Now he was walking out into his backyard, Goddard following right behind him. They were heading to the genius teenager's club house that didn't look that big in size, though beside the door handle was a device. Jimmy smiled, seeing the VOX 2000, a DNA scanning device that was, at most, his best means of security. He reached up and tugged a strand of his own hair, and held it up. VOX began scanning the strand before the welcome mat in front of the door dropped down, the two falling inside and going through an odd orange tube of a slide before they landed into a huge underground facility. Jimmy stretched sorely.

"Well that does get us to the lab faster, but I never get in without hurting something on the way down," Jimmy commented. Goddard barked, having not noticed much since they were mostly using the alternate entrance for quicker access. They stood within a huge metal facility where there were a bunch of machines around, along them being tools and other objects, including a huge computer with a big console underneath it. This was his laboratory, which he had created years ago. At first it started off as just the computer and his tools, but he inevitably had to make more and more expansions to the underground laboratory. Jimmy walked to one of the many doorways nearby.

"Goddard, I have to admit. I've never felt so nervous and excited before in my life…" Jimmy stated. This door was different than the other ones. It had a keypad beside it. Only the inventions of his that he wanted to make sure were secure had these special keypads, as well as cameras hidden away to record whoever came in and out. The keypads had two sequences of codes for them to unlock the doors. As Jimmy input the codes, Goddard opened the front of his boxy body, displaying a screen. A few text lines appeared on screen. Jimmy looked to the robot dog's screen to read it.

"Is it because of your invention? Or are you nervous because of what it will do?" it read. His master didn't really have the immediate answer to that.

"I'm more afraid of testing it. Thankfully Cindy is going to help us… without knowing, of course," Jimmy hummed as they entered through the secure door which shut behind them, almost catching Goddard's tail. He growled before continuing on. They entered into a decent sized room where in the middle were two odd circular chambers, both connected to one middle chamber. Jimmy looked like he was getting more excited. There was a control console right in front of the three chambers.

"Goddard, activate audio recording," Jimmy ordered. His robotic companion nodded before a click noise was heard from within its circuitry. His master coughed while going up to the control console and beginning to put in commands.

"This is the genesiologic replication device. I came up with the idea when my dad suffered minor kidney failure from a disease and he might have needed a transplant. Thankfully the doctors were able to treat him, but that did make me think of how so many people need organs. Over 1500 people die waiting for a donor liver to become available alone, and over 28000 people get transplants every year just in our country," Jimmy exclaimed aloud of how this invention came to be and the statistics for why it seemed even more necessary. He didn't have any plans to test it with living organs first, though. He opened the left chamber and the right chamber, leaving the middle closed.

"I made the G.R.D to duplicate organs from minimal genetic material. It can duplicate skin, internal organs, hair, and it's able to bring them up to correct size and age through a quick growing process. It can even change the blood types. It takes two genetic sets of DNA from both materials and copies them… as I will now test with my own hair, and hair from an semi-anonymous donor," Jimmy finished his long explanation. He felt more relaxed, as talking to the recording was helpful. He went to the left chamber and rested Cindy's earring within it, her hair still attached. He reached up and pulled out a few strands of his own hair and went to the right chamber, putting it on the floor. He then returned to the control console.

"I'm setting the hair to be made for a five year old. If this works correctly, the only result should be extremely long hair," he stated. He finished setting up everything, and now it was time for the test. Jimmy pulled back the lever on the control console. Both doors of the two side chambers lowered quickly. Jimmy watched the chambers begin to get illuminated inside. He could only stare, watching his invention begin its job. Both chambers were glowing brightly, the control console displaying the genetic mapping of the hair.

"It's working!" Jimmy smiled. That was, until he heard a loud blaring warning noise, seeing the console's green lights under the buttons all turn red with a flashing caution sign. It was the warning alarm for any glitches that were occurring. Sadly, the teenage boy couldn't get the G.R.D to stop.

"Oh, no, no, no…" he grit his teeth, trying everything he could from the controls to get it to halt, but he couldn't get it to stop. The lights were beginning to flicker in the lab. The machine was drawing far too much energy, more than he anticipated. It was more than his laboratory was able to handle.

"Goddard! Go hit the emergency shut down switch to the power!" Jimmy ordered, his robotic canine barking in agreement before running off to do as he was told. Jimmy watched his inventions lights get brighter as all the lights in the room went off. It was ominous to him. He saw it begin throwing sparks off violently, the main chamber beginning to rattle uncontrollably.

"It should have worked… I went over the schematics alone a hundred times!" Jimmy growled. He had put so much time and effort into this. His excited nervousness was quickly removed from him. He noticed a small fire break out from the primary chamber. He knew what was about to happen. He ducked behind the console, aware the middle chamber was about to explode.

"I was in too much of a hurry to finish it…" Jimmy thought it was his own fault, that he had been in such a haste to finish the device that he unintentionally skipped an important part of it. The machine erupted with a cataclysmic explosion, the entire room getting engulfed in cinders and a dark cloud of smoke, blasting the control console and jimmy away into a nearby wall. He slammed back first onto it, groaning as he slid down it. His head was hurting, having bashed it against the wall quite hard. When he reached up for the area that was most sore, he felt wetness. He pulled back, seeing a stain of blood on his hand. His eyelids were getting heavy and beginning to close against his will. He thought this was the end for him.

"Mom… Dad… Goddard… Sheen… Carl… Cindy… I'm sorry."