Garta Yttria smiled at what he was seeing. There was a child, an infant really, of his own design. He had spent several years and immense portion of his wealth to make this tool, a living creation that would garner him immense wealth in the future. Wealth, he had always felt, was the most obvious key to what he really wanted: power.
She had been painstakingly crafted at every level, to do one thing: collect intelligence. Her brain had been specifically constructed to make intuitive leaps and to store massive quantities of personal data. Her core personality had been wired to actively seek information. She was going to be his key to power. He could destroy his competitors, access thier secrets, and enhance his own status. In a few years, it would all be worth it. He simply had to keep her origins a secret. This particular operation was not remotely legal. The scientists involved were being compensated accordingly.
The head of the project, Dr. Arnis Ghrayson, a slim man of roughly forty years and slightly graying at the temples, turned to Garta. He gestured to the child being held in a small transparent incubator. "You should probably give her a name."
Garta considered this for a moment. It hadn't ocurred to him that he should name it. What was a good name for a girl? He only knew one woman, really. He had been serviced, sexually, many times, but names were trivial. Still....
"Leela." The prostitute who had made him a man back when he was only 17.
Dr. Ghrayson nodded. "Leela Yttria."
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