Species III Page #3

- Fusion power's a pipe dream!

- What?

We're ending our contract on it

by the end of the month.

So you either find yourself

an approved project

overseen by a professor...

or you forfeit

your scholarship next semester.

Is that clear?

Wait, wait, wait.

You're cutting the funding?

You can't cut the funding!

I can do anything I want.

No, sir, just listen to me

for one minute!

A**hole!

Cat?

Cat?

Cat...

I'm hungry-

How did you get out of the lab?

I'm hungry!

I'd be, too,

if I grew six inches a day.

- Lobster.

- What?

They play it every hour.

Red Lobster.

For the seafood lover in you.

What else did you learn

from television today?

No, no, no.

If you eat upstairs,

use silverware, all right?

This is a fork.

This is a knife.

But with lobster,

you take the fork

and you stick it in there like that,

and you pull it down and you... pull.

- Sara.

- Excuse me?

You don't have a name.

Sara.

Yes. Sara.

Before you fall asleep,

I want you to promise me something.

I won't lock you in here anymore

if you promise not to leave this house.

Ever.

Because the outside world

is dangerous for you.

Dangerous?

Sara, you're gonna grow up very fast.

Your childhood...

lasts only days, not years.

See, you were the third generation

of something very special.

An alien species...

...created with

a new sequence of DNA,

received in a transmission

from deep space.

That's right.

Some of my colleagues

tried to study your kind.

Things ended badly.

I won't make those same mistakes.

I just want to protect you...

because...

I think there's a message, a very

important message, inside you...

a reason why you're here.

Someday, you'll tell me what it is...

in your own time.

Are there others like me?

Not like you.

You're unique...

and the most important thing

in my life.

I wouldn't worry.

She won't be giving you

any more trouble.

Signature?

Wait a minute.

Wait just a minute.

This can't be right. Pregnant?

She was.

Gave birth, too,

from the looks of it.

The yellow copy's yours.

I just need the top copy

for my records.

No records. This never happened.

And burn the body. Now.

Yes, sir.

Abbot? Dr. Turner here.

I've been looking everywhere for you.

That report to the foundation...

I'll need to account

for how you've been using their funds.

Why?

If line items are too much trouble,

then just give me a general...

Damn!

Look, Dr. Turner,

I really don't have any time for...

Dr. Abbot.

Yes?

Tell me, where is it?

Where's what? Who are you?

Where is it?

Look. Listen, I don't know what

you're talking about, or who you are...

You can either leave now,

or I'm gonna call security.

There is no... security.

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