“You aren’t putting that thing in me! We are not growing it!”
“But Dr. Tyler says you’re at your most receptive. Look, that street vendor was a complete professional. Had a certificate and everything. He used to work at Lab Corp.”
They sit and stare at the plexiglass enclosed cryo-tube, lending smoke to the atmosphere and condensation to the fake wood surface.
“The Ludwigs bought their embryo on that street and look at little Jimmy!”
“It’s nurture AND nature, you know. Just think, the genes of Elvis and Michael Jackson! How could this go wrong?”
He holds up a speculum.