They had created a monster. Sixty-feet tall and cloned from human DNA, she was an unstoppable killing machine, capable of survival to any environment, and able to adapt to any situation. She was beautiful, and terrible.
From the control room, the lead scientist looked down on his creation and wondered where it would all lead. In their desperation for a super-human savior, what if they had merely created their own destroyer?
“Hey guys,” the giant monster called from her tank. “Have you ever like, really thought about your hands?”
Perhaps the neurotransmitters still needed a bit of work, he thought.

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