Being the chief keeper of records for all history for the Lupinossi Den in both Rhydin and Lupinoss, I have granted the following records disclosed to all for viewing.
Log entry 1
Tammany Spiritor
Chief Lab Specialist, Alphrans Cloning, Alphrans Mentroa Science
Lab B234, Spiritor Tower of Prisoner Exchange and Experimentation
Where do I begin? How does one begin to even note the crafting of life, much less the death of it? I thought the Elders touched by senility when the made their request known. Clone a body and bring a human alchemist back to life after she went on a tirade?
The decision is not mine to decide on. My mate, Tal, Director of the Tower, already accepted the request. I now stand in my lab, my home for 30 years, staring at a soul gem and a clay pot of ash remains. No easy task is to had here. The DNA will be totally destroyed at worst, or horribly damaged at best from the Alchemy fire that consumed the woman.
Still, she was the one they came to, the chief of science to work modern miracles. She snorted in disgust. Science is never meant to bring life back from the dead, and it was not magic. Yet she must try. She took the jar of ashes to a work bench, and dumping them out on a sterile screen, began sifting through them. She flicked out rocks and dirt from the remains.
"Grounders never use their brains." she sighed. She rubbed her forehead a bit. Soltre were the most scientific and intelligent of the Lupinossai race. Who knew why the ancient humans crafted them to be so. The Soltre genetics were astounding in the DNA splicing. It even let them tap into the magecite bellow the ground.
She had to smile a little. The mages on this continent thought they were all mighty with their magic, and ability to reason out basic science and math. Bah. The things she knew from research would shake the entire race to their core. Evidence on who made them, proof against the deity bullshit recorded, and the fact that magecite use was not magic, just a higher degree of scientific manipulation on a the energetic wave level.
Another smile. Those thoughts, spoken or even known were grounds for execution. That is why I am locked in this tower with so many others. A hive of true knowledge never to be released. The larger debris now removed with sterile instruments, she snapped on gloves and sifted the smaller debris out. Soon, she had pure, white powdery ash. Now the hard part. Taking a few pinches of the ash, she added it to a beaker and then hydrated it carefully with a protein and nutrient matrix.
She walked over to one of the ancient microscopes left by their human creators. She leaned on the table and gently swirled the beaker, making sure the ash was consumed and reabsorbed. The grayish black sludge turned red after a few minutes indicating some restoration was made. Taking a pipet, she drew a sample and mounted it on a slide. Placing on the reading tray of the scope, she flicked a switch and the microscope hummed to life.
She squinted red eyes into the lenses, and bumped the magnifying field. Tammany saw cellular massacre on every level. This task was edging into impossible, then she spotted a damaged, but intact red blood cell. She marked it on the scope, and a pair of ancient extractors came to life and pulled the blood cell free and held if for later examination. Okay, a slim hope now the she gasped. Bone marrow was found. Pure gold for DNA. That was drawn off as well.
Tammay flicked off the scope and grabbed the petri dishes holding the extracts. She moved them to another lab table and began soaking them in stripping and extract solutions. The liquid began glowing blue, showing she was getting DNA, but it wouldn't turn golden to indicate whole DNA. Her ears flicked back some. The miracle would not be enough. Taking samples mounted on more slides, she went back to the scope. This time she plugged in a discolored view screen into the scope and hit a few glowing buttons.
Scope humming to life, images flickered onto the screen. She could see double helixes swimming before her red eyes. Damaged helixes. She was afraid of that. She examined the damaged sectors and pulled out a well used, laminated flow chart. Human DNA was nothing new to her, but, they didn't have any samples on hand to repair the damage. What to do?
The gem on the other table seemed to call out to her. Tammany blinked a few times. Human souls were not meant for soul gems, and should not be able to communicate with her. Yet, this one did. She walked over and picked up Ammy's gem. She held it close and listened.
After a few minutes, she went back to the scope and looked at the screen. The gem had told her to substitute the human for the Lupinossai genes and a body should be possible. It looked sketchy on the screen but plausible. With reluctance, she flipped a switch and an old, robotic arm swung towards her. She rolled up her right lab coat sleeve, tied some rubber off above her furred arm and tapped for a vein. The robotic arm scanned the arm, noted the vein, and plunged a needle tipped glass syringe into her arm. Her blood, red and slightly purple, surged into the syringe.
She clamped clawed fingers over the injection site when enough blood was taken. She let ancient computer tied to the equipment run the results. She rolled her coat sleeve down, and left the lab. The computer would take a bit to run, and she was hungry. She left the lab locked and went up 10 levels to the lounge and enjoyed some cold coffee, some smoked fish, and quiet stare at the other lab rats when asked about her latest task.
Her break finished she went back down to the lab, and on entering was greeted with the coding finished. Peering at the view screen, the computer had matched viable Lupinossai coding for the damaged human DNA. She hit a button on a cracked keyboard to begin simulation. Her eyes lit up as she saw a Lupe child spawned and grow to adulthood. It would be lifeless and blank, ready for the soul in the gem. She hit the replicate command keys, and walked to the cloning tanks.
Green light flooded the 10 foot tall, by 8 feet round tubes. There were 4 in total, but she only needed on. Flicking a few switches, she adjusted the amniotic fluids to be used to accommodate the unique DNA to be used, and hit the fill button. In minutes the tube was flooded with thick, clear fluid. Another tap, and a small matrix was lowered into the fluid. She consulted a hanging folder with yellowed laminate pages. So far, cloning had been hit or miss when she did it, and that was for body parts.
After carefully rereading the instructions, she hit the injection command and watched the DNA material flow into the matrix. It began to take on the small fetus form in minutes. She stood stunned as she watched. A fetus the size of her clenched paw was formed and began growing ever so slowly. The side panel on the tube showed 1 week for a child, 2 weeks for a teenager, and 5 weeks for an adult.
Her red eyes went back to the forming body, and she wrapped her arms around herself. She felt cold and a bit numb. Was this how the humans of ancient times felt as the created us for the first time? Or did they just sneer at us like some experiment that was hoped to be useful to explain the costs of it. She would never know as those records were lost due to time and many wars. She stood there for the rest of the day and night just watching in awe.
