“Greetings everyone, and thank you for coming.” Erzketau started.  “It is very important for us to know that the matter of the continuation of our experiment still worries the people of Earth, that it remains important especially for those who bare the greatest hope and greatest responsibility of our mission. In this regard, my colleagues and I ask everyone to think now, to think very carefully whether he will take part in the second phase, the preparation for which will begin in less than a month. For our part, we, the earthly colony of Zirkaazte, guarantee the safety and with minimized risks, negative factors, and adverse reactions for each subject. It will not be easy, but it will be safe. We will apply the maximum amount of effort and all available knowledge to this.” The zirka slowly looked around the lecture hall and continued. “From today onward and until the construction of the seventh building is completed, anyone can register to implant a uterus* module. In order to make an informed decision, all development details, bio-modeling particulars, and testing of the synthetic organ data will be available for anyone interested to look at." The scientific coordinator turned to his colleagues, waited for the deputy's nod, and again turned his gaze back to the audience. “You should have received invitations to the appropriate database directories and logins for access. You can log in and study materials at any time. In addition, anyone can leave comments and questions on any data or material, or contact me and other project managers directly. Graduate students selected by Professor Kazuaki for further work on the project, I ask you to stay, the rest are free to go. Whoever has urgent questions regarding the implementation of Phase 2 – Rangira-kaia will answer them in half an hour in the third lecture hall. Thank you.”

The zirka bowed his head slightly and stepped out from the rostrum, rounded the teachers' desk, and left the hall before the hubbub filled up the whole space again. The interest of the elders was tremendous. They had been working on reproductive research for a long time and saw a clear break ahead not only for humanity but for each of them. To be a witness and an active participant in the introduction of a new phase of such a large-scale experiment promised a considerable rise in the research and a good career start.

Freshmen treated given information differently.

“Yeah, it’s awesome that our race will not go extinct ahead of its time, but it’s somehow more important for me to get an education and contribute to the development of civilization,” one could often hear things like this in the corridors of the complex and in the dorms.

“I am curious to see how this mechanism works, but I am not eager to get into the group of assistants or, moreover, waste my time recovering from a strange experiment. I don’t know, I like other branches of bio-engineering. I worked so hard to get to Professor Grabowski’s group, so...”

“Bah, these blind kittens don’t get a thing! I already signed up!” Sandro notified his classmates on the go, catching them on the way to the laboratory. “Chris!” the young man who was not expecting an attack was raked by the breast and pressed against the wall. ”You have to hand me your sperm as fertile material!!!”

“What!?” Chris, choking on the juice he was drinking, spat it over Sandro and a couple of friends.

“Why you...,” Josh cursed, wiping the drops from his sleeve, “do you ever have a break between your heat?” he muttered, moving away from the nervous blondie.

Chris smoothly pushed Sandro away, fished out a napkin, dropped the useless container into the utilizer, and answered rather harshly, “I will not give you either my sperm or any other bio-material to bring your schizophrenia to life. I can only write out a direction note for a correctional session if I hear about this shit again.”

The whole of Sandro’s appearance said that he was ready to burst into tears, but, having sighed mournfully, he pulled himself together and dumbly followed the group, muttering to himself, “You don’t understand a thing; it’s such a happiness to have a baby.”

“Listen, why won’t you slow down a bit,” Josh suddenly appeared beside him. “You broke up a long time ago and it wasn't Chris who was to blame, we both know that. He respects you as a person with whom he has to work with and hang out in the same company. Nevertheless, you too should also show respect to him for tolerating your shit. It’s impossible to tolerate in any way, but he... Just don’t go overboard with his patience. Take it as a recommendation from a friend.”

“Josh...,” Sandro gave him an unreadable look. “You... I... but...” he paused, rubbing his temple. “I just want him back,” he dropped in a broken voice.

Josh sighed heavily and looked up at the group in front of them.

“I know. Moreover, he knows. Still, that won’t change anything. He is different, you see, all this,–” he waved his hand vaguely, “is not about him.” Lightly patting Sandro on the shoulder, Josh handed him a napkin. “Let's go, otherwise your seedlings will kick the bucket.”

“Kick what?” the young man asked absently, blotting his eyes. “Hey, it’s already wet. Did you blow your nose on it?” He looked wildly at Josh.

“Hey, why are you giving me this kind of disrespect for giving you what you desired? This piece of cellulose absorbed particles of Chris's saliva and ... well, his orange juice,” Josh explained slowly while retreating and choking on laughter. “You can eat it and have an indirect kiss!”

“Pray to all the gods you know, bitch!” The blond took off and drove his friend down the corridor, losing school supplies on the go and threatening to feed a “piece of paper” to the diametrically opposite hole relative to which the human race takes in food.