Sharjah's desperate expression was still on his face until he saw Lear, connected by many cables, walking out of the broken culture tank.
His perfect shape exuded a sense of charm. Sharjah's face changed. No one else could have more complicated feelings than him. He had succeeded. He had created history, the new era of humanity. He was comparable to God!
"This is incredible!" Burrow stared at the monitor with shock. Lear's genes had not merged as they designed, but a change had occurred and a completely different one had emerged. The genes were no longer the same as those of humans, yet he had retained his human appearance. He obviously couldn't be called a human now.
"This is a miracle! No, it's God's work!"
Sharjah held his fist up and looked up at the control room on the second level. The Thirteenth Elder had disappeared, to his surprise.
