Doctor Who: Genetics (12th Doctor Adventures Book One)

Prologue

Genetics. Passed down generations upon generations. You would not be you without them, so what if you could harness genetics? Manage to create a complete specimen from the DNA available to you, available via means of force or stolen from people who offered their body to science upon their death. That is the exact task that Zedcorps set upon themselves.

Financing was a struggle, the equipment needed was expensive and they had a minimal budget for the time. They had to prove their abilities to the boss to earn unlimited resources. Led by Dr Samantha Crowd, the genetics team of Zedcorp begun their work in the field.

It took years but eventually they had produced a test tube baby, a baby in the foetal position in an artificial womb that was transparent, the fluid inside shifting around the organism. Dr Samantha could not help but feel pride corrupt her mind, her hand slithering over the glass of the artificial womb.
"She's beautiful, everybody welcome subject-1!" The good Dr applauded her work and the work of her employees, nudging them onto clap themselves.

The next step was waiting for the baby to be taken from the artificial womb, first the fluid was to be drain and then the baby would be removed. Medical checks would be completed to the maximum, the baby's health was of the utmost of importance to the group. Their work rested on this baby's survival.

All that was required of the team after watching the baby birthed, was to then watch the baby grow. They watched her grow from a baby to infancy, teaching her subjects they believed to be of great importance though they found her I.Q was much higher than that of a normal infant. She continued to grow into a teenager where her I.Q had surpassed that of even Dr Samantha's, her 'Mum', though her naivety was what held her back. She had not and would never experience what life really was, not when under the custody of Dr Samantha. The subject had long brown hair that dangled down past her shoulders, her eyes were a dark brown that was like the oak of a tree. Many found themselves lost in the eyes. She wore a jumpsuit that was a lighter brown, the number 1 embroidered onto its material.

It was during the girls 21st Birthday that she seemed finally prepared, ready to be displayed to the top dog of the corporate company. In preparation, Subject-1 was thrown into an enclosed cell with a glass door for people to observe from. There was a mattress for her to sleep on and also a toilet to be used.

"Subject-1 is secure, Mam." A security guard stated with his arms folding on his chest, Dr Samantha stood not far behind him as he moved aside for her to witness.
"Good, we wouldn't want her getting out after all this time now would we? I expect there will be signs of aggression towards her sudden containment. I hope she won't worry her pretty little head over it, she does get ever so stressed. Keep an eye out." She explained to the guard, her gloved hand gliding over the image of the subject on the monitor they were observing her from.

"Not long now, then soon there will be more like you. The Time Lords, reborn."