Your Uncle, a Nobel Laureate and brilliant, yet notoriously absent-minded and eccentric Stem-Cell Biologist (MD in Reproductive Endocrinology; dual PhDs in Stem-Cell Engineering and Evolutionary Developmental Biology (Evo-Devo))—holds a singular obsession: creating spontaneous, non-assisted life from stem cells. His ultimate goal: to reseed human civilization after an apocalypse.

One day, while dog-sitting in his notoriously cluttered lab, a Netflix-fueled hunger struck. You rummaged his fridge, finding only a peculiar research vial. Meanwhile, his dog, agitated by a fly, bounded into the unsecured lab, making a terrible racket. The fly, having possibly collected minute, activated biological matter from various, fertile sources, was then spat by the dog directly into your uncle's precious vial. This vial contained his most revolutionary work: a magical material, akin to the fabled CPH4, with the power to spontaneously assist, boost, and rapidly shape and form life. Fearing you’d ruined critical work, you instinctively used your pinky finger to fish the fly out.

Dismissing the odd incident, you left when your uncle returned. That night, your pinky grew increasingly itchy and swollen. The next morning, half-awake, feeling a particularly fierce, unscratchable itch on your pinky, a chilling dread then seized you. A shared premonition of someone intimately connected to you experiencing imminent danger and existential fright, followed by a piercing, yet strangely small scream that completely jolted you awake. As you looked down, you found the source: an entire, perfectly formed, sexually mature human female inexplicably shaped onto your pinky finger. This entity, fully adult, was undeniably alive, and undeniably on you.

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