Ssc Side Story Eggs 01

Author's Note: This short series takes place after SSC 300.

"Hey Frank, I got a special delivery for you."

I looked up from my book that I was reading to look at the person standing in my laboratory while I waited for the machines to do their thing as they separated this latest batch of 'venom'.

I looked at the man, "Now Neil how many times have I told you to call me Dr. Stein."

Neil blinked, "Right Dr. Stein. Sorry," as he tried to hold back a chuckle.

I smiled as I tried to not be too off putting, "It's alright my dear boy. What do you have for me today?"

Neil looked down at his paperwork, "Says here fresh genetic egg's from two different patients. And semen from a different patient."

I rose my eyebrow, "Oh? And what pray tell has the fine people at Muschi want me to do with harvested egg's?"

Neil shrugged, "No idea doc Just was told to bring these egg's to you to see what you can do with them."

I sighed, "You know it's not like I don't have enough to do around here."

Neil ignored my statement as he handed me the clip board, "Sign here doc."

I smiled at Neil and scribbled a semi coherent signature using Dr F Stein before handing back the clip board.

Neil smiled and walked out of my laboratory while I looked at the specialized cooler to transport harvested egg's.

I opened the mini container to find fourteen cylinder tubes. Each tube holding one egg.

I pulled the first reading the specimen it came from and read the name aloud, "Kelly Michaels hmmmm."

I tried remembering the name like I've read it from some where but not exactly where I had read the name from before.

More than likely from the slew of emails I get on a daily basis that I pretty much ignore unless I'm bored.

No the only emails I read are the ones that I have flagged using the emails filtering system that specifically directs me to do something.

I thought about the name but still couldn't remember where I heard the name from.

I set the tube down while taking the unit with the rest of the eggs and semen to my refrigeration unit meant for genetic material like eggs and semen and started pulling out each tube in the fridge to be with the other's that I still hadn't gotten to.

I sighed as I looked at the back log of genetic material I had where I was supposed to do my job.

Well one of my many jobs.

My name is Dr. Frank Stein.

And before you ask no I'm not the descendant of that wacky crazy scientist. My last name is simply Stein not Frankenstein.

Still didn't stop my parents from being assholes and thinking using a 'N' name as my middle name wasn't funny to them when they choose Nathaniel.

And A LOT of people made that stupid joke growing up as soon as they found out my name was Frank N Stein.

Why my parent's named me Frank with our last name being Stein is still beyond me. They could have named me Nick or Thomas or something.

But FRANK? Not FRANCIS?

Yeah my parents were assholes.

So after I got my doctorate I had my name legally changed and simply dropped the N in my name so I no longer have a middle name.

I could have fully changed it but after my doctorate changing my name on everything and all the paperwork seemed like a pain in the ass. Dropping the N seemed simpler....and less paperwork.

I graduated from Harvard University top of my class in genetic engineering. I hold two Ph.D.'s.

I stand a mere 5'6" shorter than the national average. I have light brown hair. Blue eyes.

I weigh maybe 200lbs. Though I don't look it but there's a lot hiding under my slender frame.

Between my job and everything I usually spend a lot of my down time, which there's a metric fuck ton of, I either read up on medical journals OR I go to the gym.

My personal life is kind of boring like that.

Let's see here. I graduated from Harvard eight years ago ready to take on the world and cure diseases.

You know the same vigor and optimism that any fresh college graduate can have.

And with my freshly printed degree and pedigree background I was sure any company would gobble me up.

I was right as a company was especially interested in me....Muschi. And for a price that dwarfed any of the competition.

At first I was like cool they must want me BAD. And the price was extremely flattering.

I thought I would come over and cure something cool. Stuff that would put me in papers and get a Nobel peace prize for my ground breaking innovation in something amazing.

What do I get?

Sex shit.

That was eight years ago.

Don't get me wrong I enjoyed sex like the next person but come on....sex?

I don't think there's not too much innovation in sex when they pretty much cured just about every known sexually transmitted disease.

Hell they've pioneered how to fix infertility with their wonder drug.

God would have I loved to have been on the team that made that discovery.

But if we're telling secrets and being honest if Muschi hadn't made one simple discovery years ago they wouldn't have pioneered shit.

Keep that as a secret between you and me because it's a closely guarded secret.

I walked back to my desk and retrieved the egg of one Ms Michaels and walked it over to my genetic splicer, a very very expensive machine, and put Ms Michaels egg inside.

The machine started up its process of tapping into the egg without destroying it as it started displaying all the genetic markers inside the egg.

Then a few minutes later the code program started its process as it started decoding all the markers into a easy readable stats.

First it showed me the parent of the egg as it showed her stats.

I mused out loud as I read the information, "Hmmm 5'6" about average for a woman. Measurements 33-23-34 now that's a little unusual for measurements," I shrugged and moved onto the egg itself causing me to blink, "96.7% fertile???"

Now that's definitely unusual.

I kept reading, "AND over 80% chances of splitting into more than one offspring?"

Ok that's highly unusual.

I moved over to my emails to see if there were any emails telling me what to do with these unusual eggs.

After about 30 emails I found the one I was looking for.....from my boss.

And it looks like a Dr Riley Braxter was attached to the email chain.

Dr Frank Stein

You should be getting some egg's from a couple of our newest acquisition's soon. Please run the eggs through the splicer and run some scenarios of what the eggs will produce before any manipulations are done to the eggs. Use whatever genetic markers you want to simulate different outcomes and email those to myself and attached Dr Riley Braxter.

Dr Sam Argento

I read the email and sighed as I thought 'of course they want simulation's before I manipulate them.'

I looked back at the machine thinking it was bad enough that I was looking at what could be but they were asking me to be God on this material.

Not that I'm opposed to it just felt like I was closely following the wacko scientist I was named after.

Still I did as instructed as I pulled the egg out now that the machine has all the markers saved. I put the tube of egg back in the freezer making sure it joined the rest of its companions for Ms Michaels.

Then I ran the hypothetical simulation's in a different machine to find out what will happen when the egg becomes fertilized under different scenarios.

Once I check marked the different sperm samples we have on file as different 'X's and 'Y's are introduced to the egg and clicked simulate the machine started whirring as it started using all of its processes to start stimulating different outcomes.

I watched as the screen displayed run time as a time popped up showing 71hrs 59 minutes 57 seconds was displayed.

I sighed and thought 'Well that's gonna take some time.'

I looked around at everything thinking everything was doing what they should be doing as all the available machines were working overtime and the only thing left to do was sit and wait.

I sighed and wanted to do the other egg BUT the machine to 'splice' the egg can ONLY do one egg at a time.

If only Muschi splurged for more than ONE machine I could do multiple eggs and simulations.

Hell IF Muschi splurged on the computers I wanted the time to simulate would go down to hours instead of days.

I checked the time and decided to set an alarm on my phone to remind me that Ms Michaels simulations should be complete... in three days.

With nothing really left to do other than wait I decided to get up and go to my back room to take a nap before I headed off to a gym nearby.