COMMANDER'S LOG
SUPPLEMENTAL
Dr. Vahlen called me down to the research lab to tell me she completed an autopsy of one of the alien corpses we brought back.
This particular kind she refered to as a "Sectoid". No damn idea what that means, but apparently every single one of them is a clone of an original. They all have completely identical genetic structures.
Not to mention they also look exactly like every single alien ever shown in a shitty B-movie, and we've got ourselves a pack of real winners.
I trailed off a bit at the end, but she mentioned something about genetic modification through implants.
She seems to think we might be able to engineer something similar for our troops. I was going to call her a Bat-shit-insane-witch, but Dr. Shen agreed, and presented me with some ideas, that didn't sould like we were playing Dr. Frankenstein with our troops.
One thing is clear though, we'll need to take every advantage we can get to win this. That unfortunately includes playing God.
We're already years past what our scientists could figure out on their own, what could a few more generations of insane science hurt?
Certainly not our chances of survival.
This is the Commander, Signing off.