Five
Five
The comparative biology laboratories at Vulcan Science Academy began thinking about the problem when one of the healers noticed that The Human- no name was necessary- had continuous, regular, spontaneous abortions.
Certain certainties were smashed. They were of two species, two worlds, two completely separate evolutionary trajectories. And yet, yet….
Yet.
And there it was, the very idea! The idea, made flesh, blood , bone, katra! Could it be done? More importantly, should it be done?
As to the second question, there was a debate, done first in settled seclusion off site in the deep deserts of Ah’warál, and then completed in 10 secret meetings in the deep hall.
That took two years.
In order to fully, truly study IDIC, it was determined that it would not be enough to do trade with outlying worlds or even join the Federation. The question that remained was this: can Vulcans truly approach IDIC within themselves? For this answer, the experiment was agreed upon as being necessary.
The concession was that The Child- name to be determined later- should be outwardly Vulcan in appearance and temperament; should be designed for a maximum of strength and vigour; yet, should be able to retain his maternal human elements. Who knew what strength - or weakness- that could contribute to The Child’s life.
The Child’s life - the full spectrum- would be the experiment.
Amanda decided that she had enough transliteration for the moment, and decided hat she would treat herself to a few yoga poses and a glass- no, an entire pitcher- of icy cold lemonade.
She felt like a pasha; lemons and their concentrate was expensive to ship to Vulcan. Everything that she found herself pining over- ginger, ice cream, tofu, rice- Sarek quietly and efficiently had shipped directly from Earth. Amanda quickly learned to keep her whining to herself. Of all the things Vulcans thought of her, she did not to be perceived as a spoiled brat.
But lemonade was so very good.
She was about to settle down with her frosty glass when the outer gate chimes rang: once, twice, thrice- and then silence. The sound of a stranger seeking a word.
Sarek was not there to answer for the household- odd rule, that- but she was not going to leave the person to wait at the gate seat. She could at the very least see what the person needed.
Amanda opened the door and a serene woman step through, placing her hand briefly on the ancestral seal and removed her veil.
“Greetings, Amandakam. I am IIyru’an, a research fellow from the Academy. I believe that we may have a common interest.”
Amanda stood aside and let the woman into her home. This promised to be intriguing!
Later, curled in Sarek’s arms, listening to the slow thrush of Sarek’s blood- his heart was in the wrong place- Amanda wondered if she did the right thing, rushing for the golden prize that the researcher dangled in front of her.
Hmmm.