Chapter 1
Dr. Schaller hobbled out of his laboratory, past the heavy metal door into the sunlit lobby of his facility. He leaned on a cane, while in his other hand he held a lukewarm cup of coffee. His white labcoat draped around his tired old form.
"Ah, it's Friday."
"Yes Dr. Schaller," Faith said. The receptionist looked up from her computer screen to smile at him brightly.
"And not a moment too soon, eh dear?"
"Mhmm. The suspense is killing me!"
Dr. Schaller looked at her, returning that smile as for a brief moment he indulged in the sight of the young receptionist. He had a weakness for her type -- slim, pale with reddish blonde hair, and so very pretty. She reminded him of a girl he'd known and fallen for when he was a young man. Never in his youth had he known such a lovely girl to be so kind, so seemingly innocent and pure of character.
"Ah, um... do you have any plans for the weekend?"
"Mhmm," she said. "I have a modelling assignment this evening."
"Oh, how nice. I guess we'll be seeing you on the magazine stands in a few weeks?"
She giggled, "no, it's just for some ads. Like, banners that they put up in department stores..."
"Ah, I see."
"And then tomorrow night Jeff's band is going to be playing a show, so there's that."
Dr. Schaller nodded slowly. He didn't care to hear about her 'Jeff'. Surely a girl like Faith could do better than him. From what he'd heard, the lad was going nowhere. He worked nights in the kitchen of a bar-grille, and other than that his life revolved around his band playing local shows to small and indifferent crowds. He shifted the subject away from him: "if this modelling career of your takes off are we going to have to look for another receptionist?"
"Hmm," Faith said, pursing her bubblegum pink painted lips. "I dunno! Maybe if I had a raise..." She punctuated her response with a little giggle.
The scientist shook his head, looking down into his cup of coffee. There was the sound of movement coming from the lab behind him. "Well, Lucy and I would miss you. Wouldn't we, dear?"
"What's that?" A bespectacled brunette poked her head out from within the lab.
"I was just saying that if Faith's modelling career takes off, we're going to miss her around here."
"Oh. Umm... yes, we will."
Lucia, or Lucy as everyone called her, was an entirely different kind of girl. Where Faith was bubbly and simple, she was keen and analytical. Lucia was extremely smart and well educated. Many had applied for the position of Dr. Schaller's assistant, but only she had passed the muster. She was the only other person who knew what kind of experimental work was done behind that heavy steel door.
She plopped her backpack on the ground and was bending over to fill it with a few things... the Tupperware that held her lunch, the cord to charge her phone. With her out of her labcoat the old scientist had a rare opportunity to admire the curves of the vivacious and clever latina. He was getting lost in the way her jeans hugged her round rear and womanly hips, giving a tantalizing glimpse of her whale-tail thong strap. Seeing it made his heart ache. He snapped away from that spectacle just in time as she looked to him, pushing a wavy brown lock of hair off her glasses. "Can you pass me those forms?"
"Uh?"
From behind her desk Faith handed some papers to Dr. Schaller. "Ah, sure... no problem." He passed them to Lucia, who roughly stuffed them into her backpack. She zipped up and slung over her shoulder.
"So. Weekend plans my dear? A date with Rick, perhaps?"
"Roger. His name is Roger..."
"Oh, my mistake. I'm having trouble keeping track of your boyfriends, my worn old mind, you know..."
Lucia chuckled. "Sure, sure... No, tonight I'm just going to grab a bottle of wine, some takeout, and stream some old movies."
"That sounds fantastic."
"Yep!" She was already holding her car keys. "So, see ya Monday."
"Yes dear, Monday."
Dr. Schaller watched the slender brunette's rear sway in her jeans as she headed for the door. Every nerd's wet dream, that girl. After a moment he turned to his receptionist: "ah, you can pack it in too if you like, Faith. I'm going to be working late tonight. I'll close up."
"Okay." The strawberry blonde grabbed her purse, which had been sitting ready by her side. She hopped off her chair, initiating a bounce of her chest that made the old scientist's heart skip a beat.
"Mm... have a good weekend, dear. Knock 'em out."
She smiled that bright, perfect grin. So childlike and sweet. "I will. Bye!"
With her out the door the old scientist breathed a sigh of relief. He could always rely on Faith to lift his spirits. Yet her and Lucia's lovely presence came at a price, for sharing a workplace with such beautiful women, day in and day out, was cruel on his lonely old heart. It would have been easier if they were just plain, ordinary people. But then, he was the one who hired them. He only had himself to blame.
Often he caught himself fantasizing about either of the two, of what life would be like if he were young enough to date them. Of course in those fantasies he was nothing like his younger self, who was a short statured and sickly nerd. No, even if he were in his prime Faith and Lucia would be way out of his league. And yet they dated such unimpressive men.
"What I would give..."
Shaking his head at the depressing thoughts, he stepped behind the heavy steel door, back into his lab. He shut it behind him, locking himself away from the world.
Chapter 2
There was one more beautiful young lady in that lab, and during his lone moments Dr. Schaller wasn't afraid to speak the truth to her. He could confide all of his secrets, his heartaches, to the silent goddess within. That she couldn't hear him, that she had no thoughts of her own, meant little.
As he slowly made his way past machinery and workstations, his glance turned to the tall, water filled tube in the centre of the lab. "Ah, Sibyl, my... beautiful..."
He sat down in a creaking chair before it and was bathed by the soft fluorescent glow emanating from within. "The altar", was what he and Lucia jokingly called the open space around the watery chamber. Many a time they found themselves just sitting and staring at the being floating inside, awed by the perfection they had created and held secret within the lab.
Earlier that year when his wife passed away, Dr. Schaller had gotten into the habit of staying late to just sit and be with Sibyl. He had no children of his own, and save for his wife's deaf and blind old dog he had no one else. The floating body of Sibyl was the closest thing he had to a family member, and to be in the presence of it was therapy.
"Oh, Sibyl... I'm afraid the end is near. I'm growing tired of this life, of being trapped in my tired old body. Of going to my empty home, of always being alone."
Sibyl was his life's work. She was a clone of a humanoid being who, apparently, was alive and integrated into some corner of society. Inside her halo of light blonde locks she wore a 'crown' -- a band of metal which monitored her brain activity. She had never shown signs of consciousness... she was an empty husk whose brain served only to command her heart to beat and her lungs to breath.
She was something very special. For over thirty years he had studied her. He had watched her grow from a fertilized ovum to fetus to child, eventually into the breathtaking adult she had become. They had cut her open and sewn her back up hundreds of times, and within a week she would be healed without a single scar to show. He had been assured that she would never age, that she was immortal.
His and Lucia's work was to analyze her genome and find the genes that made her so unique. With those genes the government wanted to create a super soldier. But that was thirty years ago, in the nineties, and his funding was beginning to dry up. Nowadays drones did all the work of soldiers.
There had been no progress, and Dr. Schaller had become very old. He was sure that when he retired, Sibyl's program would be retired as well. "If I were to quit, what would they do with your body?"
And what a body it was. Sibyl was slender and feminine, yet analysis of her muscle fibres indicated that if conscious, she would have potentially super-human strength. Her narrow waist gave way to fertile womanly hips, which along with that pornographically oversized pair of breasts made her a spectacular sight. Yet in stark contrast to it all, between her legs there floated the unmistakable genitalia of a man. They were flawless like the rest of her, and Dr. Schaller was humbled to observe that though they were flaccid they already dwarfed his own. They certainly seemed out of place on the golden haired idol, but over the years he had grown to accept them as one of the aspects of her perfection.
Sibyl's kind were very strange beings indeed. To look upon her was to feel drugged, stupefied by the sheer sexuality of her body. He was sure Lucia felt the same way, for many a time he had seen her gaze grow distant as she looked upon their work.
The old scientist got up slowly, groaning from the arthritic pain in his back, and slowly shuffled over to the water filled chamber. He pressed his forehead against the glass and stared at Sibyl's beautiful, placid face.
"I've found a way, my sweet. A way to end my suffering in the prison of this worn old body... a way to free you from your cage. Tonight... we will be one."
Chapter 3
