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I knew everything was going to change the day we found the alien's corpse, fossilised. I just had not realised quite the extent to which that was going to be true.
The labs were underground -- the kind of job I would never have taken unless I was desperate but, well...that's exactly the position I'd been in back when I'd started there. I'd worked there for several years, digging into the findings of archaeological sites and the like, weird artefacts that were dug up.
Apparently, we were working for the government -- and that meant we had to stay on site too in attached dorms where, blessedly, I did at least have my own room. The accommodation was pretty basic, however, and I didn't spend much time in the mornings checking my reflection in the cracked mirror in my small bathroom. There was only a shower in there too and, really, I could have done with a long, hot soak in the bath.
My hair had grown longer and it felt like it had been a long time since I'd had it cut, the dark brown strands curling around my ears. It itched and tickled but I just didn't have the time to go off site to get it trimmed, not when there was so much going on there.
I hadn't believed they'd found a fossilised alien, but I was permitted to see it too and, well...it looked just like that. The bone structure seemed foreign and there was an imprint of the exoskeleton in the hard mud around it too, wickedly hooked claws suggesting a predatory species. The head was huge and elongated and the ribcage didn't seem as we'd have expected for a creature of Earth -- especially not with that long tail strung out through the fossil, some of the vertebra missing.
But fossils were very rarely pure and complete, which we already knew from examining the fossils of dinosaurs, where the bones were fossilised and the imprints, tracks and the like, were much the same in other substances. There were many ways to read fossils, though the government rarely developed into them in my department. No, we focused on extraterrestrial activity, though it kept me engaged and entertained, always wondering what it was exactly we were going to be looking at next.
I pored over the writing, digitally transcribed -- though we could never be sure, when it was not in its pure form, whether it was accurate. Part of my role was to decipher it and I leaned over the table where I was working, a beaker bubbling away over a Bunsen burner a short distance away, corroding a sample that had been found at the site. At least, if it corroded, it would tell us something of the type of metal that from the site around the fossil. Every little thing was a piece of a much larger puzzle, after all.
"Did you see what they've made?"
Another scientist (I think his name was Jameson?) grinned, leaning on the doorframe. He never seemed to do all that much there, but, well...some people just seemed to get away with things like that.
"No, what?"
"The clone, man, the clone," he said, spreading his hands out wide. "They really did it! The team... Ah, come on, you'll have to come see it."
So, I followed him, sceptical, not really sure what I was going to see in the end there. I didn't really think anyone would have managed to clone anything, especially if we were still talking about the alien remains we were investigating.
And there I was, forced to eat my words as I paused before the containment chamber, set up with strong, metal bars. She stood in an eerie blue light, but she was not quite like the fossil. She was more defined than that.
No... She stood taller than me with blue-grey skin that differed in shade across her body. Her arms stretched out to either side with an almost reptilian-amphibian gleam to them, her skin pulled taut over them as if she would have been able to walk on them. They reminded me something of a pterodactyl's wings, purely in how they bent, though they were arms and not wings, very definitely.
My eyes ran down her body as she stood there, her head long and elongated with a long horn-like protrusion, just one, rising from the back of her head. Her jaws were extended and parted, teeth on show, though they were small and neat, lining her mouth and making me recall the fish-eating dinosaurs I'd seen in books before. Plesiosaurs or something like that?
Ah, much of my younger years had been spent obsessing over dinosaurs, to be fair. But they were an easy thing for me to compare the alien to as I took in her chest, the ridges there, as if plates were layered over one another, running down to the smooth, tucked-up flesh of her lower stomach. Yet that was not quite right either, for in the blue light I'd missed that the ridges on her neck and upper chest melded into something that looked like mammalian breasts.
They just didn't seem at home on her body, not even as she tipped her head and surveyed him. The breasts were small and stretched, not like a human woman's breasts -- but she was very different from that, of course. She was never meant to be human and perhaps that was why I was instantly infatuated by her, captured by her eerie beauty.
And then there were her strong hind legs, her skin pulling taut over muscle. She stood on two legs, facing the front of the chamber, something beeping above her, though I merely supposed that was monitoring her vital signs. They had all kinds of tech at the facility, most of which I didn't get to use.
She had a long, twisting, prehensile tail too, which seemed to balance her as she tipped forward, standing as if on her toes with enormous claws hooking down to scrape into the metal floor. It didn't seem a very comfortable cage for her, but a cage was never meant to be comfortable.
"Oh..."
I exhaled as she shifted. If not for the subtle rise and fall of her chest and the gleam of intelligent life in her forward-facing eyes, I might have thought someone was playing a trick on me. But she was alive, very clearly so, even if my mind grappled with the reality of it.
"Is it female?" I asked, realising no one had told me the alien's sex, I had just assumed. "How... What..."
Jameson shrugged, crossing his arms, surprisingly nonchalant about the whole thing.
"Dunno, does it matter? They cloned a fucking alien!"
And so they had. We had, kind of. For it was all of our work going into the research that came to a head in the alien's presence, her head held high, looking down at us.
