Olympian Complex

The sound of high heels clicking on the tile floor echoed down the sterile hallways, bouncing off the metal tables, ricocheting off the glass test tubes, and rebounded off the impersonal computer terminals before fading to an inaudible level. The place wasn’t abandoned, but it might as well be for all the joy and liveliness within. There was, however, an air of anticipation and excitement as the researches huddled around the holographic display.

“Would you look at that,” said one, voice drenched in wonder and amazement.

“She’s a beauty,” agreed the other, slightly less amazed.

“We really did it.”

“You doubted?”

The moment passed; the researchers got back to their job, running simulation after simulation. The clicking of heels continued, leaping off the floor towards the clipboard, the white lab coat, the no-nonsense glasses, before heading out to bounce off the white, sterile, hospital-like walls, finally hurtling through the open doorway to dance around the incubators full of fluid, in which a dozen embreyos Nature never designed rested, awaiting their chance at life.