As Reed observed the product of his hubris resurrect a dead emperor, an ephemeral question fluttered through his uncharacteristically absent mind. It was a question that should have honestly passed through his daft skull far, far sooner.
What have I done?
But it was too late to contemplate that particular question. Far too late. What he had created could not be undone now...
The incubation pod began to stir as it initiated its final procedures, flushing out the artificial amniotic fluid that filled the pod and its occupant out onto a cold, sterile floor. Afterward, a spherical drone flew into the area and hovered over the filthy, unconscious newborn.