Date: May 5, 3345
Location: USOS Institute 08, Norfolk VA
Gate 3’s traffic crept at a snail’s pace as each vehicle gained clearance to enter. If it wasn’t for the soft orchestrated music oozing from the dashboard that massaged his nerves, Daniel Webber’s temper would have reached a catastrophic level of insanity. Frantically, the drivers in front of him switched lanes to hasten their entrance. Stupid drivers. Don’t they understand their actions are only slowing everyone’s arrival. Taking a deep breath, he slowly exhaled while counting to ten. His vehicle was minute compared to the family sized monstrosities he had to avoid. Most of the surrounding automobiles only contained one driver, a lunch, and a briefcase. Driving a large transport for such a small cargo appeared as overkill to Daniel. This is why he loved his Relic Swift. It resembled a bobsled with a shatterproof canopy. The interior was simple, with only the bare necessities needed for driving. A simple car for a simple man, he chuckled to himself.
After flashing his PAC (Personal Access Card), he continued his commute to building eight. Daniel loved working for the United Society of Scientists (USOS) despite the rumors of employees disappearing. People lost their minds everyday. The job demanded a lot. He told himself. It was no secret that building eight existed, however, what they did in it remained classified. Walking through the lobby, Daniel reflected on his reaction when USOS completed project CELPH. This marked the longest project completed by humanity. We created a planet. A real living, evolving, planet. Daniel beamed with pride as he entered his laboratory. This was his playground, his domain of excellence. At forty-two, he was proud to be a part of an epic milestone in history. My team will be the first to create an intelligent synthetic life form, capable of matching humanity’s intelligence.
Overhead lights illuminated the onyx workshop. Everything pertaining to USOS relished the color black. Offices shined with a mirror polish while labs endured a matte finish. Changing into his atramentous lab coat, Daniel proceeded to the incubator. The low humming carousel cradled twenty specimens. His team was first in reaching this threshold. Any day now and we’ll give birth to our first creations. It gave Daniel a slight god-complex. He found the genetic balance that perpetuated his team to this unattainable stage of development. If successful, he would be the first person to create a synthetic living creature. All other attempts failed within the second trimester.
Gary Parker, a colleague, greeted Daniel.
“How do they look Webber?”
“Almost ready to pop.” Webber replied without looking up.
“How much longer do you suppose?” Gary asked as he joined in the observation.
“Today I hope.” Parker speculated.
The machine stopped as other scientist joined in the morning observation. Second guessing the situation, Daniel and Parker ran diagnostic tests. Each positive result created a cheer from the crowd. The moment of truth had came. A two minute countdown appeared on the monitor. This was it. Twenty years of research and development formed in this pinnacle moment. If these lives could not handle the stress brought onto them when each pod opened, his time at USOS would end. Recollecting the rumors concerning employees disappearing, Daniel felt his chest tighten with impending fear. Sweat beads formed on his forehead as the clock struck thirty seconds to go. Conversations turned into laconic whispers as the time held ten seconds left. Though not a soul spoke in the last five second, everyone, captivated in counting, held their breath in unison as the clock hit zero. Minutes passed within the two second delay, then each birthing chamber opened revealing a small furry creature.
Daniel and Parker verified movement from each newborn. Excitement filled the room as small cries from the infants permeated the incubator. Daniel marveled at how accurate the computer predicted the byproduct. The specimens appeared more human than ape despite their cat like heads and fur covered bodies. Catfolk, I have created a catfolk race. Daniel stood there, amazed with his team. Together, they pulled off the impossible. They created a new life form.