Over the weekend, I visited an area of the planet known for their cutting edge biological, pharmaceutical, and chemical research. Without giving too much detail or revealing secrets, I acquired a "seed" for growing my own little monkey clone. I've named him Hank. Hank is currently in a sturdy container growing away. The estimate is that it will take roughly 72 hours to complete the process.
Being a good passive parent, I've regularly checked on Hank's progress. I'm distressed to see that his head is grossly misshapen. The right side of his head has a deep pit on both the front and back whereas the left side is nicely rounded. The Phenom has suggested that perhaps it will correct itself once the "growing" process is complete. I'm losing optimism. Maybe it's the freakishly cheesy grin on his face that is contributing to my feelings of failure and dread.
I admit it, this was a cheap and impulsive attempt to add another of my kind to the planet. And, perhaps the rather young woman who insisted that this seed was "primo stuff" was not the most reputable resource for cloning.
Now, I'm left with the awkward issue of what to do with Hank once the growing process is over. (We are about half way through.) Do I squeeze his head in hopes of encouraging the pits to fill out? Or do I pinch the rounded side to pop his brain in to the center of his head? Or do I end the growing process before it's complete? Is there a process for alerting the government watch dog types about the shady, back alley cloning that innocents are falling victim to while remaining anonymous?
Maybe I should have put a bit more thought into this whole parenting idea.
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