My dog is my boyfriend. What?

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Tighterthanaflower
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{Eighteen
Years Earlier}



 



I
ran a single hand through my greasy hair, eyes fixed on the illuminating blue
computer screen. Digits ran up both sides of the display, bordering the
animated representation of the three embryos.



My
muscles tensed as I watched them being artificially fused together- just as
they did the first time. A small beep sounded, indicating that the combination
was successful.



I
flopped back into the chair and pushed myself backwards. The small wheels squealed
against the lino floor and slowly came to a stop next to the table. Exhaustion
came over me as I collapsed on the hard surface.



“Anything?”
I didn’t respond to the hopeful voice of my young assistant, just concentrated
on the cold, almost damp feeling of the metal under my forehead.



The
small taps of a keyboard being used behind me echoed slightly in the dimly lit
room. He was replaying the recording again.



“I
don’t get it.” Taylor whispered to the monitor.



I
inhaled, regaining some energy. “The fusion… was successful… why…?”



Taylor
walked up to the glass window of the observation room and pressed his hand
against it.



...did it die? I finished in my head.



My
legs protested under me as I stood up and trudged up to him.



Both
of our eyes fell onto the still body lying on the white cot.



The
day old baby was wearing a knee-length, pink dress with a smiley face grinning
at the ceiling. Its arms were resting on either side of its head in an ‘L’
shape, the way most babies rest.



Silky,
yellow cat ears protruded from its head, folded over like a newborn kittens.
You could vaguely see through its slightly open mouth, a pair of pointy fangs,
glinting in the bright, synthetic light. A sleek tail curved out from under it,
the fur matching its ears.



Not
it, her.



“What
happened to you, my chimera?” I breathed.



Taylor
glanced at me from the corner of his eye. “We can’t make any more if this one’s
dead; you signed it yourself. Do you think we should get rid of it and start
again? Like it never happened?”



Anger
flashed through me, fuelling my tired body. “No we’re not getting rid of her. Her,
she’s a girl, a little girl…”



My
eyes slid closed and I banged my head against the glass.



Taylor
went dead quiet. I could feel his eyes trained on me.



The
only sound was our breathing, out of time and tired. Then… beep



I
froze, my eyes jolted open. Taylor was staring at me, shocked. “Did you…?” he
blinked.



Beep



We
spun around simultaneously and gawked at one of the many screens in the lab. A
small green line travelled across a black background. As we watched, it shot
upwards and back down again in a triangle shape.



Beep



Taylor
and I listened in amazement as the beeps grew more consistent, until the whole
screen was covered in triangles.



A
tiny heartbeat.



Small
breathing flooded the room, amplified by the microphones surrounding the cot.



Chimera…
My chimera.



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