The idea of new species fascinated her, and she was excited about the new developments that were going to come because of this.
Who knew what kind of technology they were going to bring to us?
It was a bioengineer’s dream.
“Curing disease? Splicing genes? Creating new species?”
She glanced at her cat, who was unimpressed with the gleaming tower in the sky.
“Rowl,” meowed her cat, Mister Fluffikins.
“You think so, Mr. F?” Jenny said, petting the cat as he walked across the balcony’s railing with that practiced grace of a five-year-old cat who did it every single night.
He purred at her, pausing just long enough to tip his head up and letting her pet the underside of his chin. Then his attention shifted.
Something must have moved in the distance, because Mr. F was suddenly serious and ready to attack. Or hunt.
Or whatever it was he did at night.
With a pounce he took off, hitting the nearby tree and sending some of the brown leaves to the ground, before he hit the ground.
“Please don’t bring me any birds,” she said.
He turned and looked back at her, flicked his tail, and was off into the night, the white splotches on his otherwise black coat disappearing as he took off, and she lost sight of him.
“I’m not kidding about the birds, I really can’t with those again.”
She shook her head, and her gaze went back to The Bridge.
“I don’t know if I want to know what they’re doing on that station.” She picked up her glass of wine and took a sip. “Probably anal probes and everything.”
Her wrist buzzed, the text alert on her watch glowing. She tapped the screen to see, but really, she shouldn’t have bothered.
It was Phil.
Again.
“Boy has to get over this,” she muttered as she walked back into her apartment.
She glanced at the message.
Please, my beautiful. Come back to me.
Phil
She shook her head. “Not going to take a hint, I guess.”
She believed that by telling him to go to hell after his offensive comment, he would get the message that she was done with him.
After all, he was supposed to beso much smarterthan her.
No one was calling her a stupid anything.
Much less the slur.
He didn’t seem to get how he’d offended her, since, after all, she had Chinese features.
But he didn’t.
