Species III Page #4

Hang on. I'm getting help.

You don't... recognize me, do you?

No.

The ambulance... that night...

in the woods.

Remember?

You're the boy.

A half-breed.

How did you get in that...?

Where did you...?

I escaped... into the world.

How did you find me?

Things will go much... easier for you

if you tell me where it is.

You're having respiratory failure.

Look, until I know what's going on,

I can't help you, all right?

Let me draw some blood.

Some others are sick, too.

- Others?

- Half-breeds.

Those like me.

I do see some foreign structures here,

but none of it's viral.

If I didn't know better,

I'd say it was just pollen.

It is pollen.

And some dust particles, too...

very common in the bloodstream.

Nothing that should

make you this sick.

Antihistamines should stabilize you.

Should clear it up.

Are the others the same way?

Yes... sore throat, skin rash,

and no explanation.

You shouldn't...

you shouldn't be sick like this.

Take me to it... now!

Professor?

You wanted to see me?

Yeah. I wanted to see you.

What happened to you?

Did you pull an all-nighter?

Something like that.

I heard Turner pulled

the funding on your project.

- Yeah.

- Sorry.

Thanks.

Dean, I think I can help.

There's something

I want to show you.

Go on in.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Take a closer look.

What the hell is this?

I was hoping you could tell me.

I've never seen anything like it.

It's definitely organic.

All right, where did this come from?

It's a half-breed.

The result of some

unfortunate coupling

between human and alien DNA.

Its flawed genes made it

vulnerable to common diseases.

As a result,

they're all a doomed species.

What's more, they know it.

If this thing could track me down

for help,

we can only assume others

will be coming, too.

Possibly even more desperate

and dangerous.

Wait.

You're not planning on

just dissecting this, are you?

No.

Then what?

Something profound.

Something that will assure my place

in the pantheon of science.

Yours, too, of course.

I'm talking about the engineering

of a disease-resistant,

perfect alien species.

How?

First, we cut up our friend,

then we strip out

the disease-prone human DNA...

and create a pure strain

of alien nucleic acids.

All those aging mediocrities

in the genetics community

pinning awards on each other

for sequencing DNA.

Sequencing it!

What good is it

if you don't do anything with it?

Even if you've got a pure strain,

you'd still have to mate it

with something, right?

You're getting the idea.

Let's get this thing out of here.

Quietly... and in pieces.

Garbage bags in the cupboard.

I knew it.

So just what are we working on?

Oh! Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

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