Test subject... The shear thought terrified me. I fiddled around with the screen and formed a blank document;
Where is my baby?
I sent it and paced the room waiting for a reply.
He is fine. He is in his first stages of development outside the incubator.
He...it's a boy...and he's alive. I started writing frantically;
What have you done to him
Nothing yet.
My blood was boiling.
FIRST MY HUSBAND NOW My BABY!?
Please stay calm miss and enjoy your stay.
HOW CAN I ENJOY LIFE WHEN CREATURES LIKE YOU TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME!
You're being foolish mrs. Schwartz. Everything will be fine.
FINE? FINE! YOU RIPPED ME OPEN AND TOOK MY BABY!
A minor inconvenience, you refuse to look at the big picture here. We are making the world better.
YOU ARE NOTHING BUT MONSTERS! FUCK YOU! GIVE ME BACK MY BABY!
If you don't calm down miss we will have to result to extremes.
GIVE ME MY SON!
Nothing. For an hour maybe two there was nothing. All I felt was anger, I wanted them dead.