(Author's Note- I'm surprised at how much this one changed. I moved entire paragraphs about, and everything! The sentence structure was so different to how I write now, I found it difficult to find myself within the words. I always manage to put a lot of myself into the story, and when I write it often reflects my current mood and views. I have grown in the time I have written this, which is going on a year now. (I came up with the concept long before I uploaded.) I have gone through depression and major life events like a family member's death. That gives a lot more meaning to the earlier chapters here where I threw around such concepts lightly. Now, I find it very enlightening to see how I was then, and how I change things to reflect who I am now, to an extent. This whole process means much more than I thought it did. I'm learning things about myself I never knew before.)
Chapter 6
Lalna peered into the embryo tank, unable to believe his eyes. The specimen was about a week from term, and despite the Enderman and Villager genes in his DNA, physically appeared to be fully human. The only notable difference was the height of the specimen, a few centimeters more than the average for a human. Since Lalna had been so involved in Beta, he hadn't shaved since the dwarf and the spaceman had left, two weeks ago.
He stroked the resulting beginnings of his beard thoughtfully as he prepared his voice recorder for the day's log.
Lab Log, week three, day 1 Lalna
For information first, I have examined the Beta specimen thoroughly, and have determined that it has the physical appearance of an approximately 15 year old male human. It is about ¼ Enderman, but shows no physical characteristics of that heritage as of yet, besides being slightly taller than I would expect. That could possibly be due to the lack of stress on its spine. It has been exhibiting healthy mental activity, and very active dream sequences, which suggests an intelligent and receptive mind. I have tried to transmit some basic lessons and information to its brain, via electrical pulses, but I have no way of knowing yet if it worked. A few things I have sent include language and terminology, as an adult brain is not as reactive to learning new languages as a young one, and communication will be a massive asset in future studies. Beta is not displaying any chromosomal precursors of sudden mutation like Alpha, and that is definitely a blessing.
In unrelated news, I have spotted several new people in the area. I haven't had contact with any of them, but I'm concerned that I might have to move my lab in the future. I've built in the middle of nowhere to get away from civilization, but it seems to have followed me. I don't want anyone to get hurt by some folly of my own. I don't want that on my conscience.
Xephos and Honeydew are doing well. They've discovered Lomadia's favorite way of communicating; owls. One of her owls, not her favorite pet one, but another was blown wayward by a storm, and found itself at their house rather than my lab. Lomadia and the other two began to correspond, and she agreed to let them use an owl to speak to me. Xephos sent a letter, saying that he and Honeydew were getting settled in some woods east of here. Xephos wants to see everything Minecraftia has to offer before reuniting with his people. I hope they visit the lab again. These halls grow quiet and lonely without them.
Now, since I am the only one who will listen to these, I would like to confess a secret worry. Perhaps saying it to this recorder will help ease my mind. I have a feeling that what I'm doing, creating hybrid life, is not exactly moral. This one will have at least human intelligence, if not greater based on its brain activity. I don't want to become personally invested, but it is difficult, knowing that this is a human, or mostly human life that I am creating. I must erase these worries from my mind. This is for science, and I can't let anything obstruct it.
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De TodoLalna left Mistral City to start a new life. He traveled west for months and months, and built a lab where none would bother him. He began to play around in the field of genetics, resulting in an experiment gone horrifically wrong. He was lucky to s...