The room was quiet. dead. Only two inhabited It. A young woman, who stood, nude at the center of the room, and a doctor. A middle aged man of gruff appearance. His face was hard, And his eyes harder, enough that any normal person would break under their glare. But this woman stood in the center of the room. She stared, an empty, emotionless stare. Even though he knew she was a brainless shell, this stare was still offsetting. Still his face held a particularly perpetual grin, as he enjoyed his work all too much.
He stepped to the center of the room. Growing more and more exited as he approached, His grin widening to an inhuman measure, so much so that would think his face would split in half. His hands trembled exitedly as they drew ever closer to the perfectly shaped bare breasts in front of him. He grabbed them, and reveled in the feeling, all the while wondering why humankind had never done this in earlier generation. breading the woman in a tube. True evolution. His grin widened even further as he focused more on the nipples, fascinating himself with them, Immersing himself in his work If you will. It didn't take him long to move downstairs. This was favorite part of the job. He truly enjoyed, "Testing" the newest models. He was sick, but so was the world he lived in.