Up, up and away / #writewithzo

Up, up and away

Almost done I said dropping the final molecule into the egg on the petri dish. My thick glasses bumped into the microscope as I watched the cells multiply rapidly.

I sat back in my chair and sighed, I've created life again. That was my 39th attempt at cloning my beloved dog and each time was a success. I'm no doctor or scientist but I still remember my science class work on how life is created. I used that to clone my dog 39 times and counting. My dog was small with a rough brown coat then he died, that was when I started to clone him because I couldn't bare to live without him. The first attempt was terrifying I've been using unfertilised chicken eggs. And don't ask me how I fertilised it.

The day it hatched out was a hot day sweat dropped off my face as I watched it move and crack the eggshell open with its mutated claws. The claws were covered in blood that was attached to a dogs paw, but it was elongated to match a chickens foot. It busted out of the shell and tumbled around my desk spreading mucous and blood everywhere. Its claws scratched at the desk to stand up as a chicken would, but it had the body of my beloved dog with stubby chicken wing arms for its front legs.

It stared at me and I stared right back thinking what have I done. Then it made a horrid sound crossed between a dog and a chicken and it lunged at me and scratched my arms and face. I grabbed it around the neck and broke it clean off in my desperation. I still remember that day as I sat in my virtual gaming rig out of breath but it is just a game where I'm a doctor cloning my pet dog. Walking down the cold passageways of a virtual reality landscape can be a lonely business. When a doctor whose cloning experiments have gone too far, they didn't realize they were embarking on a whole new way of life. So much had changed but one thing always remained the same: Up, Up, and Away.