"It's finished sir." There was more than just a hint of pride coming across. The speaker was genuinely impressed with his own work and believed every word of what he was saying.
"It is absolutely finished? To my exact specifications?" Jermaine Reinhardt replied. It wasn't possible. He knew what he'd asked for, he gone a few extra miles to make sure that it was impossible. "Really?" Reinhardt felt his heart pick up a few extra beats per minute. The most likely answer was that they were lying to him and he could deal with that. There was however a less likely but more radical answer. They were telling the truth. It just happened that the likely answer was completely insane. They couldn't possibly have been successful in creating HER. "You really made her. Everything I asked for and you made her?"
"It's not as difficult as you make it sound Mr. Renaud. Genetic engineering has been around for nearly fifty years. We've been studying evolution for a lot longer than that. The main things that have been preventing this from happening in the past are the ethics. The same people who are stopping us from making clones. The technology has been proven since the mid nineties." Dr. Sharpe explained as they walked through the labs.
Reinhart felt his chest swell slightly as he walked through the halls of his private labs. He'd spent millions making sure that his teams had everything that they could possible want. He didn't understand what half of the machines they owned did but they had promised him that they could work miracles and if Dr. Sharpe wasn't lying they had indeed performed a miracle. "So are there any problems I should know about?"
"Nothing bad. She has been an interesting case to study. Particularly in morphometrics." Dr. Sharpe paused at a door quickly keying in his code and then sliding an ID badge through a reader. "See she's basically human, say ninety percent of her core DNA is human, the ten percent we tampered with to get the desired appearance combined with the training we subjected her too has given her some interesting habits."
"Such as?" Jermaine glanced down at the scientist. He wasn't used to people keeping him in suspense, and interesting almost always meant bad.
"It'll be easier to just show you." The door hissed open.
The room that they'd kept the woman in was one half jungle gym and one half bed room. When they walked into the room she was at the suspended in the middle of the twisted tangle of bars with a contented smile on her vaguely feline face. Every inch of her body was covered in lightly golden fur and apparently she'd been given clothing, clothing that was now on the floor leaving her nude. "Mew?" With more grace than any human could hope to accomplish she flipped down threading her way through the maze of bars until she was on the floor. "Is this him?" She spoke rapidly circling around him quickly.
