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1138. Whalewhotamus

Genetic engineering had certainly come a long way when Rick Bergeron Ph.D. decided to cross a hippopotamus with a whale. Apparently they are fairly close genetic relations. They were not to be crossed exactly the way a horse and a donkey can be. Doctor Rick was to share genetic material and implant it in a female whale to see what would happen.

He was renowned for his skill. He was the one who had taken DNA from a guanlong remnant and brought them back into existence after millions of years. He was able to show that the crest at the top of its head wasn’t simply for sex appeal but served other purposes as well. And they had feathers! The guanlong bred like flies and eventually had to be exterminated because of the earth’s inability to feed them adequately. Whole flocks of sheep would disappear overnight.

The time drew nigh for the birth of the world’s first whalewhotamus. Planet Earth was hushed!

It drowned.

688. Priscilla makes a baby


Priscilla went to see the genetic physicist. She had already spent hours going through the glossy brochure selecting sperm donors for her proposed baby. It’s not as simple as it seems. In the good old days one would select a football player or a concert pianist or an astronomer to be the father. These days, with genetic engineering, one could select specific genes.

Priscilla had made notes: six foot three, no baldness in the genes, no hairy back, a deep bass voice.

She wanted a competent musician, but not one of those violinist people; nothing namby-pamby; more of a guitarist; they were always popular. And then, she didn’t mind what sport it was provided it wasn’t chess or curling or orienteering or something sissy like that. Rowing would be excellent, or even tennis or mountaineering.

Brain-wise, a good mix between science and the arts would be perfect, as long as one skill didn’t water down the other. A genius was best, but not necessarily a man for all seasons. Speaking of which, no gay genes please. For goodness sake! Oh dear! Goodness me! Her womb wasn’t a charitable organisation.

At last, with the selections made, the genetic physicist’s suggestions argued over, the modifications completed, Priscilla was implanted with one of her own eggs fertilised by… decisions, decisions… donor genes.

Today, her son’s all grown up. He looks remarkably like the genetic physicist and has his mother’s brains.