The program stared at the egg incubator, the display having been replaced with a heart monitor. The machine working in a pinch on the tiny thing inside.
The humans were talking with an engineering facility a couple cities over for a more specific model to be made for the ‘fetus’ as they kept referring to it. He didn’t think that was right based on the definitions it could search. This was already born and seemed wanted no matter how small and fragile the poor think appeared. They tried to zoom in more but the cameras were at the farthest they could go. It was so small that some details were lost. It was green and white much like it’s parent.. it’s father? Yes father. He was still one, the brother of the clones.
He looked to One, the medications had tinted the liquid a strange tint of yellow in the usually mostly clear suspension liquids. Meant to keep the surgical stitches clean and extra sanitized the very wet environment. The mewtwo was looking much better in just mere hours of the removal of the organ and child that had been causing the nutrient drain. His avatar flicked an ear towards the microphone that heard the humans talking to Nine.
The Humantwo reiterated again that Donor was unable to reproduce, that this was unexpected and they eventually should have the med ward see if the rest of the two clones had this odd organ after this situation was stable. It wasn’t exactly a uterus but it also was, it was explained again, no it didn’t have human relevant ovaries. The organ had been sent for study at the Pokémon reproduction and evolution building. Maria was going to handle the majority of the records for them…
He noted all he heard. This would be important for helping the mewtwo but… immediately it was of no help for One, this organ was removed and no longer a possible threat to his weak health. That didn’t rule out being existent in the others and this new tiny life.
The baby got his attention again. It was so small but kept twitching, the oxygen rich tank keeping its tiny wheezes and unpracticed breathing enough to sustain it.
Nine finally told the others to just monitor One and he’d try to get through to Donor, he listened to Nine mumble to himself. He logged that away to the file he had on Nine, “Is there anything I may be of help for?” He asked Nine directly from a smaller screen speaker near him.
The humantwo jumped a bit, his fur fluffing up a bit before he called, “Damnit, I’d almost forgotten about you. Don’t you dare report any of this to Travis or his team.”
That caught him off guard. That was exactly the opposite of what he’d been first told… “I must follow directives given by my admin.”
“Ugh, of course you would. Look, at least don’t tell him anything until we’re ready. Nothing makes sense just yet, it’s all hypotheticals at most. Now what was it you wanted?” Nine sounded tired and irritable. Understandable as it was nearing midnight…
“I wanted to know what help I could be at the moment,” he repeated for him.
“Uh, I don’t know. Just see what you can gather I guess. You’re here anyways and don’t need sleep,” Nine rubbed his face, “Sorry for snapping. I don’t like Travis, none of us really do. He’s nosey and has only ever made things worse for our facility with his grand ideas…”
He noted more for the private file and hesitated… was that true? He should check back on past reports when he gets the chance, “Of course. Anything to help. Thank you, I appreciate this.”
Nine looked up at the screen the avatar floated on, “Appreciate?” He asked confused before adding with a bit of curiosity, “Was that a programmed response?”
“… No,” he answered honestly, “Tyler taught me that.”
The human two looked thoughtful a long moment, “Alright… be careful what you pick up Ai. Not everything you’ll learn is good. But that one is….” He turned to go.
“You left your personal tablet over by One’s tank,” he let Nine know before he was too far.
“Huh? Oh, thank you…” Nine went to grab it and headed off.
His attention was drawn back to the incubator. Noting the teeny paws had moved over the delicate eyelids… so it had started to sense light. That was positive… no, that was good. It was very good. Showed responsiveness. His rarely expressive face cracked a small smile for a few seconds.
This little life was good… He had hope it would pull through its struggles… A camera focused on One again… They both would…