When Good DNA Goes Bad (by GeorgiaAmanda)

“I am near completion, and I care not for your solid waste excretion.”

The thing drawled in emotionless tones, speaking over the scientist’s groans.

The scientist crawled to the laboratory door, but finding it locked he slumped on the floor.

“Please do not hurt me, for I gave you life! What do you want - I can give you a wife?”

His cries went unheard, his begging was futile, he knew he had failed and his death would be brutal.

The thing kept advancing, a gun in each tentacle. It may have been science but it was no miracle.

The End

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