|I just do random things.|
Opus Birthday Part IA score and some years prior...Opus Birthday Part I by An-san
Ergo Shahri watches the technicians swaddle the two neonatal babies until only the peach fuzz of their wrinkly newborn heads remain visible. As if the lab standard beige blankets make the babies look remotely normal. If anything, it only sharpens the contrast of their brightly colored hair, one sapphire blue, the other rainbow.
Is it her problem? Not really. She's just a student, fresh out of high school, only here to assist, to take careful notes in her lab notebook, to run plasmids in gels and to label nuclei acids. The headache would go to the higher-up in charge of the whole project.
In truth, the entire team ought to be celebrating. They just demonstrated that designer babies really can be born out of test tubes, and that is nothing short of a miracle.
Which is exactly what bothers her.
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The sun beats down on the city cemetery, but Ofelia keeps well away in the cool of t
Opus Birthday SneakThe sun tried really hard to shine that day, but Ofelia kept well away in the cool of the shade, kneeling in the grass and paying her respects to no grave in particular.Opus Birthday Sneak by An-san
Part of it was sheer morbid curiosity. Part of it was self-preservation. Someone obviously cared enough about Jupiter to hold him a proper funeral, and if Kronos had any more crazy relatives in attendance, Ofelia owed it to her own safety and sanity to know about them.
And she didn't have to worry too much. Surrounding the plot of fresh earth, musky miasma hanging in the summer humidity, stood the priest, the diggers, and a fellow in somber black sporting a mane of hair that looked like it'd come out of a tie-dye bucket. Strands of Roy G Biv sparkled across the entire cemetery, and Ofelia needn't have bothered to place herself so close to the gravesite. If you asked Ofelia, he ought to have dyed it fifty shades of grey for the occasion. The priest spoke the formalities, the diggers p