The Scientists Confront Their Creation

“Who am I? No seriously, who am I?” the creature asked the men in lab coats. They shifted their gaze around from each other to the creature.

“Um, we’re not sure what you are. What do you think you are?” the creature looked at the scientist and spurted out a small piece of goo onto the metal table

“I have no idea, I see your tag says Jared. I will be Jared as well.”

“Um,” Jared started “don’t you think that would get confusing?”

“No, you simply refer to whom you are talking to or about” the scientists were frozen in pure confusion. The experiment they were working on wasn’t supposed to talk, let alone gain sentience. Making different forms of goo with questionable usefulness to society. That’s all. For some reason and somehow, this pile of goo has taken on its own identity.

“Well, chaps” chaps? “I think it’s time for my questions to be answered.” The scientists and Jared all felt a sinking feeling, like they were in a monster movie and it was the second act.

“I wish to move freely within this facility, what are the codes to that door. I may from time to time need to relieve myself, I think.” The scientists could not answer, the top secret codes? How would this blob who had just gained life know about this?

Jared widened his eyes, he knew. This wasn’t a goo monster of any kind, the hooded figures who had killed the king just ten days prior were manipulating him. They had been after the secrets of this private lab, its code known only by the five men in that room. The courier and thew window man rapped on the glass door at medieval Technologies inc.

“You need to let us in right now!” the courier screamed “we’re not crazy, your scientists are being manipulated by the very same men who killed the king” the receptionist looked up from her papers, rolled her eyes, waved the two men away and went straight back to her papers.

“Alright then,” the window man said, “plan b” without warning he reached into the courier’s bag, rummaged around a bit and threw a hook through one of the windows. It was a hook tougher than any other object and carved the metal reinforced glass like it was nothing.

Inside the scientists and the blob looked at the windows, and the shattered glass strewn on the ground. After a short period of grunting and dangling of the line, the courier and windows man popped their heads up to greet the shocked scientists.

“Stand back men!” the courier yelled grabbing the hook and twirling it around a few times before slamming it down on the blob, showering everyone in the creature that had been given not ten minutes of life.