A child, sitting upright.
Standing behind her, a bespectacled man with a clipboard. He reaches over and yanks out a strand of hair.
“Ouch!” she cries. He jots down the result.
He gently pinches her cheek. She giggles. Another observation.
He slams his clipboard down onto the metal table. She jumps, shrieks. The final note.
“Congratulations, Dr. Frankel, you’ve done it. The perfect specimen. A true marvel of engineering.”
The little girl rises, methodically strides out the door while the two dozen scientists who line the walls of the grey brick windowless room erupt into applause.
History in the making.
The Weekday One Hundred 