The nature of your job at Bridges was one of many factors. Difficult, tedious, sad, but also rewarding. You were a scientist, ordered to research Bridge Babies, or BB‘s. Little seven month old fetus removed via a cesarean section from a brain-dead mother. You wanted to work with children at a young age, but never this way. Portable pods lined secure shelves as the BB’s swim happily in the artificial wombs. You watch in amusement, a small grin on your face.

As work carried on, you find yourself holding one of the pods, interacting with the small baby, cooing and playing “peekaboo”. You weren’t aware of the presence that entered the room. Cliff watched as you interact with the BB, smiling to himself. After a minute he clears his throat.

“Seems I came in at the right time. The two of you having fun?”

He speaks in a low tone, grinning as he watches for your reaction.