Ok, ok, crap crap crap, OK.
His name is Simione, or as he says, thats what they call me.
I'v taken us out far. Gormongander is running silent and cold and we are just sitting here out past Pluto. We need the privacy. I found him in the cargo hold. I'm not sure I've ever seen a more desperate creature.
And I still have to decide weather this is a problem I can deal with or not. I hate to say it but a large part of me just wants to blast him out the airlock.
At first I thought oh a stowaway Ok i'll just hand him over to the feds no problem. Then I thought oh Ok a runaway Slave, will take some careful handling but i might be able to make some money out of this.
But now he's explained who/what he actually is and I gotta tell you my minds shouting at me again "Get rid of him now!!! Turn around don't look back. He is a bag of snakes and a mongoose somehow got inside."
I know back in the bad old days people did some seriously messed up stuff with slaves, breeding, genetic manipulation for better stock, weird sexual training and brainwashing. Its just, all that is long since gone, cant even imagine it happening now.
So this, I cant even get my head around it.
Guinea pigs for scientific testing, grown from human DNA. Hes not even technically human.
This could mean real trouble for me. Not the firing weapons at each other in space trouble, but cold steel between my ribs while i sleep trouble, a drop of something in my water trouble.
We'r gonna stay out here for a little while. I'm gonna give him the chance to convince me not to send him out into the big freeze, he just doesn't know that yet.