Kasu Shiyaku stood in the dimly lit development room, staring at the row of fifteen 'artificial wombs'. Kanou's assistant sighed and rubbed his tired eyes. The artificial wombs were large cylinders filled with a blue liquid. A tube for feeding came out of the lower part of the canister like object. Inside each was a fetus.
Kasu walked over to the fetuses produced using female donor and male donor number one. He examined the four canisters, the soft blue glow casting strange shadows on his face. Three of the fetuses, which were now about two months old, were growing healthily. The fourth, however, had not grown at all. In fact, it had remained a tiny thing no larger than a fingernail for a month.
Kasu sighed; the fourth 'experiment' was not alive. It had been a failure. Combining DNA and making babies artificially was no easy task. At least they still had three healthy fetuses from Male Donor One.
He gave the undeveloped babies a distasteful look. He hoped that they would not end up like their male donor. Kasu had no love for the man; with his disregard for life and others' emotions. The assistant hoped that the experiments would not inherit his wild behavior and cruel ways. However, Kanou had informed Kasu that all of that was due to torture, and that the man had once been honorable and earnest.
Kasu walked to the next set of test tube fetuses. There was four of them; and two were not growing. The other half, however looked fine. Kasu was curious to see how these ones would come out. Their male donor was certainly not someone Kasu enjoyed spending time with, but he was powerful. Kasu couldn't imagine what the children would be like. The donors were mostly opposite, with the female being spontaneous and childlike while the male was stoic and composed. However, they both didn't mind killing in cold blood.
Kasu turned around to the next group of fetuses. There were only three; and only one was growing. He snorted.
Good, he thought. I hate the male donor anyway.
Kasu would be more willing to put up with the crazed first male donor than the bratty third one. He was arrogant and brash, and his temper made Kasu want to slap him right across the face. The man was no doubt the most obnoxious and ill tempered ghoul the assistant had ever met.
Shaking his head, Kasu strolled to the final set of undeveloped children. Out of the three, only one was growing. That saddened Kasu; he actually did not mind the male donor of these fetuses. Sure, he was rather boastful, but everyone had their faults. He was also emotional, impulsive, easily irritated, and naïve. But he was kind, and that's what mattered.
Kasu sighed, taking a step back. Seven out of the fifteen were alive. Not bad.