Subject 12
Taylor woke up in a harshly lit room, head pounding dully. What the hell? He was just getting a shot, wasn’t he? Something clicked.
“Recording for breeding attempt 12,” said a voice above him, and Taylor squinted at the brightness, trying to make out the guy. He was wearing all white coveralls complete with a hood and a surgical face mask.
“Subject 12, name… um… ah! Taylor Swensson, age twenty two, good overall condition. According to the genetic testing his markers are the closest to the desired build found to date.”