Species III Page #2

strains which are now

scheduled for destruction.

Rendered extinct.

Like the dodo bird, dinosaur...

...and I guess

that pleases you, right?

Who are you to judge

which species lives or dies?

What?

What the hell was that?

- Specist.

- Specist?

Someone who's prejudiced

against other species.

Yeah, I know what it is,

but of all the things I've been called...

Did you get beat up

on the playground a lot?

Shut up.

- Got any change?

- Yeah.

Word.

Come on, man.

I will buy you something nice

out of the vending machines.

- Thanks.

- Uh-huh. It's 'cause I like you.

Dean! Can I have a word?

- Sh*t.

- I gotta go, dude.

I got an online auction, you know?

Yes, Dr. Turner?

As you know,

being your department head,

it's my responsibility

to review your funding.

I must say I'm concerned

with what I've seen.

- Concerned?

- You're all over the place!

Physics, biochemistry,

bioengineering...

too many interests,

too few results.

Especially for graduate-level work.

Sir, lately the Tokamak's

been giving us a very...

Oh, forget it.

The Tokamak's history.

- Fusion power's a pipe dream!

- What?

We're ending our contract on it

by the end of the month.

So you either find yourself

an approved project

overseen by a professor...

or you forfeit

your scholarship next semester.

Is that clear?

Wait, wait, wait.

You're cutting the funding?

You can't cut the funding!

I can do anything I want.

No, sir, just listen to me

for one minute!

A**hole!

Cat?

Cat?

Cat...

I'm hungry-

How did you get out of the lab?

I'm hungry!

I'd be, too,

if I grew six inches a day.

- Lobster.

- What?

They play it every hour.

Red Lobster.

For the seafood lover in you.

What else did you learn

from television today?

No, no, no.

If you eat upstairs,

use silverware, all right?

This is a fork.

This is a knife.

But with lobster,

you take the fork

and you stick it in there like that,

and you pull it down and you... pull.

- Sara.

- Excuse me?

You don't have a name.

Sara.

Yes. Sara.

Before you fall asleep,

I want you to promise me something.

I won't lock you in here anymore

if you promise not to leave this house.

Ever.

Because the outside world

is dangerous for you.

Dangerous?

Sara, you're gonna grow up very fast.

Your childhood...

lasts only days, not years.

See, you were the third generation

of something very special.

An alien species...

...created with

a new sequence of DNA,

received in a transmission

from deep space.

That's right.

Some of my colleagues

tried to study your kind.

Things ended badly.

I won't make those same mistakes.

I just want to protect you...

because...

I think there's a message, a very

important message, inside you...

a reason why you're here.

Someday, you'll tell me what it is...

in your own time.

Are there others like me?

Not like you.

You're unique...

and the most important thing

in my life.

I wouldn't worry.

She won't be giving you

any more trouble.

Signature?

Wait a minute.

Wait just a minute.

This can't be right. Pregnant?

She was.

Gave birth, too,

from the looks of it.

The yellow copy's yours.

I just need the top copy

for my records.

No records. This never happened.

And burn the body. Now.

Yes, sir.

Abbot? Dr. Turner here.

I've been looking everywhere for you.

That report to the foundation...

I'll need to account

for how you've been using their funds.

Why?

If line items are too much trouble,

then just give me a general...

Damn!

Look, Dr. Turner,

I really don't have any time for...

Dr. Abbot.

Yes?

Tell me, where is it?

Where's what? Who are you?

Where is it?

Look. Listen, I don't know what

you're talking about, or who you are...

You can either leave now,

or I'm gonna call security.

There is no... security.

Hang on. I'm getting help.

You don't... recognize me, do you?

No.

The ambulance... that night...

in the woods.

Remember?

You're the boy.

A half-breed.

How did you get in that...?

Where did you...?

I escaped... into the world.

How did you find me?

Things will go much... easier for you

if you tell me where it is.

You're having respiratory failure.

Look, until I know what's going on,

I can't help you, all right?

Let me draw some blood.

Some others are sick, too.

- Others?

- Half-breeds.

Those like me.

I do see some foreign structures here,

but none of it's viral.

If I didn't know better,

I'd say it was just pollen.

It is pollen.

And some dust particles, too...

very common in the bloodstream.

Nothing that should

make you this sick.

Antihistamines should stabilize you.

Should clear it up.

Are the others the same way?

Yes... sore throat, skin rash,

and no explanation.

You shouldn't...

you shouldn't be sick like this.

Take me to it... now!

Professor?

You wanted to see me?

Yeah. I wanted to see you.

What happened to you?

Did you pull an all-nighter?

Something like that.

I heard Turner pulled

the funding on your project.

- Yeah.

- Sorry.

Thanks.

Dean, I think I can help.

There's something

I want to show you.

Go on in.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Take a closer look.

What the hell is this?

I was hoping you could tell me.

I've never seen anything like it.

It's definitely organic.

All right, where did this come from?

It's a half-breed.

The result of some

unfortunate coupling

between human and alien DNA.

Its flawed genes made it

vulnerable to common diseases.

As a result,

they're all a doomed species.

What's more, they know it.

If this thing could track me down

for help,

we can only assume others

will be coming, too.

Possibly even more desperate

and dangerous.

Wait.

You're not planning on

just dissecting this, are you?

No.

Then what?

Something profound.

Something that will assure my place

in the pantheon of science.

Yours, too, of course.

I'm talking about the engineering

of a disease-resistant,

perfect alien species.

How?

First, we cut up our friend,

then we strip out

the disease-prone human DNA...

and create a pure strain

of alien nucleic acids.

All those aging mediocrities

in the genetics community

pinning awards on each other

for sequencing DNA.

Sequencing it!

What good is it

if you don't do anything with it?

Even if you've got a pure strain,

you'd still have to mate it

with something, right?

You're getting the idea.

Let's get this thing out of here.

Quietly... and in pieces.

Garbage bags in the cupboard.

I knew it.

So just what are we working on?

Oh! Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

I... I... I...

Excuse the intrusion.

I... I didn't mean to interrupt.

- I just came to see Abbot.

- He's not home.

Well, I'll come back

another time.

Would you like to come inside?

Why don't you look at me?

Aren't I attractive?

You are by any standard... perfect.

Are you Abbot's girlfriend?

Housekeeper?

Just a friend.

Just friends.

No need to use names.

Your lack of inhibition

is truly inspiring.

Careful! Brooks Brothers!

Am I asleep? Am I awake?

Who the hell cares?

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