Misc Fic: Pygmalion
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tayla36Title: Pygmalion
Author: Tayla
Fandom: Now And Again
Pairing: None
Rating: FRT
Category: Angst, Pre-slash
Status: Complete May 23, 2002
Feedback: Yes, please. All constructive criticism will be graciously accepted
Disclaimers: "Now and Again" and its characters belong to…well I don't know who
they belong to but it ain't me! The author makes no money and only writes these
stories because the plot bunnies would otherwise drive her insane.
Authors Notes: Peja asked for Michael/Theo stories and I always do what the
listmom asks. This doesn't quite fit the bill, yet, but the sequels will
definitely fulfil the challenge. Think of this as kind of a preface, or a
teaser.
Summary: Dr. Morris has doubts about the project.
Warnings: None
Dr. Theodore Morris stood still, in the middle of his lab. He rested his hand
lightly on the lid of the stasis chamber that housed his life's work. The
occupant of the chamber had accrued many nicknames over the course of its
lifetime, including The Thing, Mr. Body and Frankie. Just that afternoon, Morris
had heard one of the lab techs comment that if it had been a female, they could
call it Galatea.
"Well, I suppose I'd rather be Pygmalion than Dr. Frankenstein." Morris
murmured, mostly to himself. "At least Pygmalion and Galatea had a happy
ending."
The experiment was at a crucial stage. He had perfected the body, each organ
genetically planned and grown to exacting specifications. The bone structure had
been altered to be ten times stronger than a 'natural' human, the better to
withstand the strain from the genetically enhanced musculature. The efficiency
of the lungs had been significantly increased. Even the skin had been altered to
withstand all but the most serious injuries.
Morris chuckled to himself at his own hubris of giving the body a larger than
average penis, although he had doubts that his creation would ever be in any
condition to use it.
Because the body was not alive.
They could animate it. They had been able to reproduce a human like brain stem.
The body's autonomic functions could be sustained. The lungs drew breath, the
heart beat and blood circulated through veins and arteries. They could even
stimulate the body's nervous system. They could cause it to rise up and walk
across a room and lift it's arms in the air.
But there was no independent action. The body could not rise up of it's own
volition. He had a whole separate team working on building an artificial
computer brain, but they had had little success so far. Because they could not
effectively reproduce a human brain.
Morris sighed as he gazed down at his creation. One that seemed determined to
mock him with its lifelessness. "Perhaps I should offer up a prayer to
Aphrodite. Maybe she could help me like she helped Pygmalion."
He had worked so long in bringing this experiment to fruition. His entire
professional career had been spent on this endeavor in one way or another. And
he had succeeded up to a point. He had created the perfect body. The strong
limbs, the broad chest, the smooth skin. It was beautiful.
He was beautiful.
Theo finally allowed himself to think of the body as 'He' instead of it. Now,
when Theo had very little hope left that He would ever open His eyes and smile
at His creator.
Why did he have to realize it now, after all the years of work? Why now, when it
seemed that his creation would die without ever having tasted real life.
He turned and walked out of the lab, pausing at the door to cast on last look at
the beautiful man in the stasis chamber.
And he realized that the Pygmalion analogy was really quite appropriate.
END
Author: Tayla
Fandom: Now And Again
Pairing: None
Rating: FRT
Category: Angst, Pre-slash
Status: Complete May 23, 2002
Feedback: Yes, please. All constructive criticism will be graciously accepted
Disclaimers: "Now and Again" and its characters belong to…well I don't know who
they belong to but it ain't me! The author makes no money and only writes these
stories because the plot bunnies would otherwise drive her insane.
Authors Notes: Peja asked for Michael/Theo stories and I always do what the
listmom asks. This doesn't quite fit the bill, yet, but the sequels will
definitely fulfil the challenge. Think of this as kind of a preface, or a
teaser.
Summary: Dr. Morris has doubts about the project.
Warnings: None
Dr. Theodore Morris stood still, in the middle of his lab. He rested his hand
lightly on the lid of the stasis chamber that housed his life's work. The
occupant of the chamber had accrued many nicknames over the course of its
lifetime, including The Thing, Mr. Body and Frankie. Just that afternoon, Morris
had heard one of the lab techs comment that if it had been a female, they could
call it Galatea.
"Well, I suppose I'd rather be Pygmalion than Dr. Frankenstein." Morris
murmured, mostly to himself. "At least Pygmalion and Galatea had a happy
ending."
The experiment was at a crucial stage. He had perfected the body, each organ
genetically planned and grown to exacting specifications. The bone structure had
been altered to be ten times stronger than a 'natural' human, the better to
withstand the strain from the genetically enhanced musculature. The efficiency
of the lungs had been significantly increased. Even the skin had been altered to
withstand all but the most serious injuries.
Morris chuckled to himself at his own hubris of giving the body a larger than
average penis, although he had doubts that his creation would ever be in any
condition to use it.
Because the body was not alive.
They could animate it. They had been able to reproduce a human like brain stem.
The body's autonomic functions could be sustained. The lungs drew breath, the
heart beat and blood circulated through veins and arteries. They could even
stimulate the body's nervous system. They could cause it to rise up and walk
across a room and lift it's arms in the air.
But there was no independent action. The body could not rise up of it's own
volition. He had a whole separate team working on building an artificial
computer brain, but they had had little success so far. Because they could not
effectively reproduce a human brain.
Morris sighed as he gazed down at his creation. One that seemed determined to
mock him with its lifelessness. "Perhaps I should offer up a prayer to
Aphrodite. Maybe she could help me like she helped Pygmalion."
He had worked so long in bringing this experiment to fruition. His entire
professional career had been spent on this endeavor in one way or another. And
he had succeeded up to a point. He had created the perfect body. The strong
limbs, the broad chest, the smooth skin. It was beautiful.
He was beautiful.
Theo finally allowed himself to think of the body as 'He' instead of it. Now,
when Theo had very little hope left that He would ever open His eyes and smile
at His creator.
Why did he have to realize it now, after all the years of work? Why now, when it
seemed that his creation would die without ever having tasted real life.
He turned and walked out of the lab, pausing at the door to cast on last look at
the beautiful man in the stasis chamber.
And he realized that the Pygmalion analogy was really quite appropriate.
END
