He cradled the flyswatter in his hands as he watched the Musca domestica buzz haphazardly around the lab. Even to the trained eye, the insect looked rather ordinary. It had an average wingspan, flew at normal speeds and its thorax was a standard shade of grey. So far, so good.
Finally, the bug touched down on his stainless steel bench. Dr. Jenkins tightened his grip on the swatter before unleashing a powerful blow.
Direct hit. But the insect remained unaffected.
The diminutive entomologist smiled. After years of endless toiling, he had finally bred an indestructible housefly.
The applications were endless.
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