“Aren’t they cute?” She squealed happily pulling her father’s sleeve to get his attention. Her father glanced absently in her direction and nodded only to get back to his book.
‘Look Daddy what they’re doing now! They are trying to copy me! Mmuahh! Oh look, they just gave me a flying kiss back!”
He sighed and kept the book aside, took off his glasses and turned to his daughter.
“I want you to stay away from them. It’s enough that your “scientist” mom gets work home, not in the form of files or laptop, but a cage of genetically modified monkeys that she then asks me to babysit on a Sunday afternoon. I can do without having to babysit you as well. Why don’t you play in your room and leave them be, let me know when your mom’s back, okay?”
“Oh look, they are listening to you so intently! Can they understand what we say?”
“Question is, do you understand what I say?”
She turned towards him, “What are you reading? Would you tell me the story when you’re done?”
“It’s called ‘Of men and mice’… I am close to finishing it, I might tell you the story if you’d be a good girl and go to your room…”
“What’s it about?” she perched on the side of his arm chair.
His wife entered the room just then. “It’s about a beautiful mad scientist and her lab-grown love”, he said amusingly.
“But it’s called men and mice, are there no men and mice in it?” the young girl pressed.
“Smart girl! I will find out once I finish the book” he laughed.
“All yours”, he winked at his wife and lifted his daughter in his arms, grabbed the book and left the room.
She closed the room behind them and took out a syringe filled with a transparent liquid from her briefcase. Almost on cue, the smallest of the monkeys walked towards the door of the cage with an outstretched arm. As the syringe thrust the last drops of liquid into her, she began talking in a familiar girl’s voice.
Aren’t they cute… Look Daddy what they’re doing now…they are trying to copy me…oh look…they just gave me a flying kiss back…
“That’s enough, thanks”. The monkey walked back to the rest of the group.
She took out a sheet of paper and began scribbling…
Sunday, June 17, 2029: Voice recorded albeit without emotions and expressions but with the right vocal modulations. Another step towards “Living Talking Toms”… still a long road ahead.
My Entry for Inspirational Monday. I used the prompt “lab-grown love”.
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