He was a synthetic lifeform.
She was organic, completely.
But to each, and all they loved,
They were just Basil and Zoe.
“We lost a son,” I corrected. And we had, two years before Elizabeth was born our son, Jake, had been stillborn. There had been no discernible cause. Sometimes, even with all the technology of many, many worlds, horrible things just… happened. “We are not building a replacement.”
Metamorphs. Changelings. Shapeshifters. They seem like something out of science fiction or fantasy. As a life-long geek (I maintain that I have too much fashion sense to be a nerd), I think of Maya from Space: 1999, Odo from Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, and Loki, both from mythology and from the Marvel comics and […]
