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His white coat flapped in his wake as he walked to laboratory 3. He stood in front of the eye scanner than placed his thumb on the fingerprint scanner and was immediately admitted into the room.
“Where is it?” Doctor Ambrose Brancelli demanded as his wild eyes darted around the white washed room.
“Where is what?” Nurse Emilie Grange inquired and placed a petri dish on the stainless steel counter.
“Number 30-36, I need that dish now!” he bellowed and adjusted his small rimmed glasses. He combed his skinny deformed fingers through his light brown hair. It had started to recede to the back of his head where the brown hair met with some gray strands.
“Here it is Doctor,” Nurse Emilie Grange said and handed him a small, clear petri dish. A tiny embryo had started to form.
“This one is special, Emilie, I can't have all the nurses touching this dish,” he informed her and stared at the small dish between his two hands. He held the future and he knew it. 30-36 was no ordinary test-tube baby. She was the beginning of GAAM, Genetically Altered And Mutated children.
