The tremor in Duuarn’s body finally ceased. He sat defeated in front of his comms station. No one in this entire facility had any idea what they were doing. The Qzetillians would be indebted to yet another race if they waited for the Humans’ approval of the genetic material. No, they had all the information they needed right here to fix the deterioration; why were they insisting on waiting on the whim of an unknown? Did the Creator Subject even have any understanding of the situation at all?! How long would it take to inform her? Would she even say yes...?

[One Message From Behavioral Studies]

The comms terminal reminded him. Duuarn sighed, his nimble fingers allowing the message to play.

Dr Jess: Marsen. I know you're going to be very busy arguing to get your specimens back to take my advice now, so I’ll just leave a message for you to get back to me. I might have a way to make you the lead of both the User and Creator projects. I'll be awaiting your transmission.

Duuarn’s lips curved into a smile. It was always nice to hear Kyda’s voice, especially when she sounded like she had a plan underway.

“Ceaan, I’m going to my quarters,” he announced unceremoniously, a bounce in his step as he walked. The last time Kyda had spoken of a plan to him so breathlessly they had succeeded and accepted positions as Department Heads together. He couldn’t wait to hear what she had come up with this time.