Xenograft

“Subject 410 died of a cardiac arrest at,” a pause, a quick shuffle, “four hundred hours on the eleventh day of the lunar moon. Sample 41523 failed to graft correctly.”

A click, a soul-weary sigh, then, “Even though it was showing the greatest promise until twenty minutes ago.”

The doctor stared at the book he was holding. It was titled, The 26 Forms of the Human Female and subtitled can a xenograft be the answer to the biggest mystery of this generation? The doctor’s table was littered with more books around the subject, some written by the same author, some by him. None of the research material had proved useful.

He had been trying to graft together this mythical form – the human female – for the past five years and even though his civilization had produced humanoid AI with empathy, with the ability to carry children, his team of doctors hadn’t been able to crack the code of the female body.

The conclusion, which had been reached three months ago was beginning to haunt the doctor. Unless they found an alive human female, the xenograft would not work. How was he to find one when they had all been killed centuries ago? And how was he to save the next generation without one? Questions…that’s all he had, and no answers. And a scientific mind such as the doctor’s, a question was like a pinprick on his thumb – growing unignorable every second that it was there. He swept his table clean of the books and started again.

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