I laughed. I got it. I was the savior. Only, I wasn’t. “I’m gay. You had to wait years to find that out.”
Craig laughed as well. “Yep, no procreation possible.”
“Yuck,” I said as I imagined the logistics.
“And the bridge,” Tag said. “It’s closing, isn’t it? The worlds would need to separate at some point, permanently. Your experiment, I take it, must need a human of procreative age. You’ve run out of time.”
“Wait,” I said. “Still lost here. Why couldn’t you just use my DNA, create a new species of your own that way?” I stuck out my tongue, then retracted it. “Take a swab. Be my guest.”
J.T. sighed. “My early experiments went along those lines. We hoped to be able to achieve this new species, as you put it, in the lab, in vitro.”
“Test-tube babies,” said Craig.
“Close enough,” J.T. a
