‘A revolution in genetics – all very top secret of course.’ he replied.
My intrigue was piqued by what boundaries my colleague Chambers had pushed through his personal research. Anxiously, I stood before the tarpaulin-covered cage in his cold cellar.
‘Behold…’ he said, dramatically. ‘Experiment Three’.
Inside the cage lay what appeared to be a child. A hideously deformed, wheezing, pale-skinned creature it was, hooked up to various machinery. Its claw-like hands clenched and emaciated back legs scrabbled violently against its cage.
‘Good God…’ I gasped.
I now understood why Chambers had kept his terrible experiments secret.