"I just think it`s so... cool. I mean, I can`t get over the idea that you made her, inside you."
"I had help."
"Yeah, but still. It`s kind of amazing, isn`t it?" Somehow a bundle of overeager cells had stolen a strip of chromosomes from an incoming sperm, decided to rampantly duplicate, then organized themselves into eyes and ears and fingers. Then, at some indeterminate point, the wad of tissue became conscious, a sentient being with thoughts and feelings of its own. A person. A specific, unique person.
Ruby.
The entire process seemed massively improbable, a joke. If it weren`t happening every second of every day, with every type of animal on the planet, nobody would believe it.
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