Farah
Virtuosa
Farah didn’t know how to answer that, and thankfully she didn’t immediately because something mean would have come out of her mouth. Not because she didn’t like Samson—she did like Samson—but because rude sarcasm was her default. Instead, after a few moments of thought, she shrugged. “Whistle if you’d like, Samson.” The pair didn’t exactly blend in here as a massive humanoid and suited Zeltron, but who cared?
She’d looked into GenPals before. Hell, she’d even considered applying for a position in the company’s R&D division. It was admittedly impressive how GenPals could blatantly pull off what some would consider ‘genetic abominations’ for the sake of profit but hey, they weren’t the first victims of selective breeding. Usually genetic modification like that was to enhance a certain quality that could be considered more traditionally useful, but cuteness seemed to make credits. Piles and piles of credits if the success of GenPals was anything to go off of.
Oh man, what she would give to see inside one of their labs.
Samson seemed to be on board as well. Not because of the raw science, but because of the….Farah had turned to look at the pets on display when he’d mentioned them. Oh Force, they really were soul crushingly cute. Okay, she got it now.
“Alright.” She agreed with a muted cringe. “But only to look.”
He’d gotten better at not crushing organs during surgery but she still had to mentally compare the tiny creatures to the relative density of a human heart.
[member="Samson"]
She’d looked into GenPals before. Hell, she’d even considered applying for a position in the company’s R&D division. It was admittedly impressive how GenPals could blatantly pull off what some would consider ‘genetic abominations’ for the sake of profit but hey, they weren’t the first victims of selective breeding. Usually genetic modification like that was to enhance a certain quality that could be considered more traditionally useful, but cuteness seemed to make credits. Piles and piles of credits if the success of GenPals was anything to go off of.
Oh man, what she would give to see inside one of their labs.
Samson seemed to be on board as well. Not because of the raw science, but because of the….Farah had turned to look at the pets on display when he’d mentioned them. Oh Force, they really were soul crushingly cute. Okay, she got it now.
“Alright.” She agreed with a muted cringe. “But only to look.”
He’d gotten better at not crushing organs during surgery but she still had to mentally compare the tiny creatures to the relative density of a human heart.
[member="Samson"]