Reviewing test results

Samantha was waiting for you as you returned to the lab and she held up a finger as you approached her, the slightest tilt of your head told you to stop and wait for a moment. "It's Gemma's time."

You nodded, still more than a bit hot from the encounter downstairs, but when the door to the lab opened, you just walked in. A squeal and a shuffling of pants told you that the couple inside weren't quite ready yet but you just glanced at the hanging ass and boobs and just shrugged. "Gemma, I need you to run a full screen on this sample," you handed her half of your father's blood draw. "The Mk 2 gave me a reading, I want it verified on your machines before we know what plan to come up with."

For her part, the young woman took the vial without saying a word and walked out of your lab and headed towards her own. The man emerged from behind the table and looked apologetic. You just ignored the look of shame on his face and pointed to the door without so much as looking at him. The sound of the door opening and closing told you that he got the message.

"So...your dad?"

You nodded. "Fourth Stage, the dumbshit almost got himself killed."

She whistled softly before she turned and handed you the printout from her desk. "I ran the numbers on my own, you know we have a machine better than Gemma's."

"I know..."

Samantha took the hint and sighed. "You gave him the load?"

"Yeah, in a cup." You looked at the screen for a moment as her results came up and then bowed your head in resignation. "It happened, I saw it in front of me. Classic adaption and switching of protein reception. I'm screwed, the guy can't live without me now."

"Are you going to be okay?"

You laughed nervously and was about to answer her when Gemma came back in, her cheeks flushed and a look of bewilderment on her face. "What?"

"Are you shitting me on this sample? I mean, seriously, are you shitting me?"

The two of you exchanged looks before Samantha looked over at the younger girl. "What are you talking about? It was just collected not an hour ago, fresh from the subject."

"Oh man, this is going to be so..."

You grabbed her shoulders and stood her still. "What is the problem?"

"This subject is going under a spontaneous genetic alteration." You looked blankly at her. She nodded her head in excitement. "Yes, the first real confirmed case! I mean, we talked about it and there's conjecture for sure, but we now have documented proof!"

Samantha looked aghast and quickly got up to hold you up as your feet suddenly went weak. Gemma also spotted you and helped you get to a chair. "You mean..?"

"The infection's going to make the subject change along with the loads the subject will ingest. It's only hypothetical, for sure, but the loads taken will become not only necessary to dispell the infection but it will be needed to sustain the body's alterations. In a way, the load will determine what the subject will look like!"

The two of you looked at each other and Gemma looked at you. "Didn't you say this was your father?"

You groaned and plopped your head down on the table. "Fuck me..."