Feline DNA:
I followed the doctor, via the cameras, back to Sector 9. I almost felt bad. I mean, it wasn't exactly my business now was it? But hey, I was responsible for everything that went on in this building. Therefore, I had a right to know. Or at least, that's how I justified my surveillance to myself. When I made the final switch to the camera in the lab I saw four lab techs mixing solutions and testing machines. Well, that's what it looked like they were doing anyway. I never was big on science experiments and the like.
"How are the labs coming?" the doc asked. She peered over a young tech's shoulder. He was fiddling with some crazy lookin' machine.
"All equipment is fully functional and responding nicely." Came an almost mechanical response.
"Good." She turned to another tech who was peering into a microscope. "Any results yet with the research?" The doctor asked. Her tone sounded perplexed.
"DNA testing is showing positive results with feline cattus, but not feline panthera tigris." The young woman responded, moving aside so the doc could look into the scope.
"Keep working. The results have to have more the just regular feline abilities; they need to be stronger, faster, and smarter. I want them to have the cheetah's speed, tiger's fierce strength, and the mountain lion's cunning. Understand?" It would not be wise to answer in the negative with the tone she used just then.
"Understood." The lab tech said quickly.
"Good. Keep working on isolating those genes." She left the room with a curt, professional nod.
I went back to my computer to think. I had definitely uncovered yet another mystery. 'What are they trying to do, make Super Cats?' I wondered, 'what the hell is the military gonna do with a bunch of cats anyway...'
I followed the doctor, via the cameras, back to Sector 9. I almost felt bad. I mean, it wasn't exactly my business now was it? But hey, I was responsible for everything that went on in this building. Therefore, I had a right to know. Or at least, that's how I justified my surveillance to myself. When I made the final switch to the camera in the lab I saw four lab techs mixing solutions and testing machines. Well, that's what it looked like they were doing anyway. I never was big on science experiments and the like.
"How are the labs coming?" the doc asked. She peered over a young tech's shoulder. He was fiddling with some crazy lookin' machine.
"All equipment is fully functional and responding nicely." Came an almost mechanical response.
"Good." She turned to another tech who was peering into a microscope. "Any results yet with the research?" The doctor asked. Her tone sounded perplexed.
"DNA testing is showing positive results with feline cattus, but not feline panthera tigris." The young woman responded, moving aside so the doc could look into the scope.
"Keep working. The results have to have more the just regular feline abilities; they need to be stronger, faster, and smarter. I want them to have the cheetah's speed, tiger's fierce strength, and the mountain lion's cunning. Understand?" It would not be wise to answer in the negative with the tone she used just then.
"Understood." The lab tech said quickly.
"Good. Keep working on isolating those genes." She left the room with a curt, professional nod.
I went back to my computer to think. I had definitely uncovered yet another mystery. 'What are they trying to do, make Super Cats?' I wondered, 'what the hell is the military gonna do with a bunch of cats anyway...'