The Mother

Standing tall in front of the large glass tubes she looked around herself full of pride. No one could tell her what to do anymore for she was in charge, the director of the fourth floor Labourites, a god almost. She decided what was right or wrong, what was moral or not. What she wanted she got no matter who was hurt in the process. She ruled over the lab with an iron fist. But like everyone else in this uncaring world she too answered to a higher power.

The cold steel room was full of cables and wires, a multi coloured rainbow that kept her children alive while they grew. She looked behind into the thick red tainted liquid, focusing on the middle tube and ignoring the other four; they were all the same, all expect the middle tube. This one was an irregular. The small stubs that would become ears weren’t right, the tall bone was slowly getting longer as it grew. This malformed creature was beautiful in her eyes. But she already had an irregular child, something different and special. In her mind she saw this babe taking the place of her first irregular, the first special, the child who was known throughout the large glass building. Something had to give. She had to protect her babies.

“Sir, the Director wishes to see you.” The monologue tones of a grunt, a thoughtless being that only did something when told. It was beneath her to reply to the thing. She knew what the Director wanted, what he would demand and expect. She wouldn’t keep her lord and master waiting.

For working in such a high tech building and dealing with highly classified information, it was easy to simple turn off a switch and watch her Irregular’s unlucky double simple stop, it was not yet living so it could not die, the equipment that kept it developing was like an uncaring mother. But that was what she was.

A scientist; designer; life-giver; mother. It was only her human DNA that was used to make them; used to see how far DNA testing or manipulate could go before it became anything but human. Those that stayed human in appearance became pets, toys for those loyal people that worked in the company. Human testing wasn’t the only thing the company dealt with, but alas she could only guess what the other nine floors worked on. She would never allow a soul to tell how she run things or what happened in her cold steel rooms; it seemed the other people did the same.

As she slowly walked towards the elevator that would take her towards her employer, her god, the Director, she thought about what it was that made a normal mother and the trails of motherhood. She would never experience those simple normal things for she was infertile; never to have children of her own.

Like all mothers she felt the pain and joy when they left her.