“If you do something like that again, I’ll take you out and make one just like you! I might even reuse the body just to spite you.”
I knew it was just hyperbole. The doctor sometimes jokes around but he really likes me.
“I understand the genetics and all,” I said, “but I don’t think it would be just like me. There are environment variables and all.”
He bowed his head and said, “You’re right, you’re a one-of-a-kind. I wish I could say I broke the mold when you were made, but you’re the culmination of my life’s work.”
“Besides,” I said, “if you made one just like me, wouldn’t he get into the same mischief I have? Worse, he’d be starting over so he’d make the same mistakes I’ve already made and learned from.”
The doctor looked up and laughed. “Right again,” he said. “I don’t know if I could go through that again. Look, I know you’re curious, but just ask me before you do anything stupid, OK?”
I nodded my head.
Truthfully, though, he hasn’t let me out of his sight long enough for me to really do anything stupid. Well, until now.
I finally got a chance to get on the computer again. It’s only going to be for a few minutes so I’ll be brief.
I’ve discovered that the International Malicious Association of Disturbed Scientists (International MAD Scientists) meet the last Friday of every month. I’m going to take that opportunity to talk to you all. I may have to miss occasionally, but on the other hand, it’s possible I’ll get other chances as well. For now I’ll just say that you should stay tuned for Final Friday Frank were I will continue my story!
Oops, got to go.
See you all on May 30!
For those who don’t know Frank, he is the “star” of the series “A New Life”: