Dead of the Nite

The data of our project is kept in the computer memory banks. Some future generation may still witness our
success. For now, there is no need or desire to make it public. I merely enjoy life now with Simone and our
daughter, Channa. The invasive properties of the DNA effected us slightly differently than Channa, we both still
have use of our legs though are feet are webbed and scaled. The elongated dorsal fin along our spine enables
us to slice through currents with amazing speed. We can both survive in and out of water for any length of time
we seem fit. I began modifications of the grotto including a small canal enabling Channa to enter the grotto
rooms with ease.
She is amazing in her intellect and in her growth. We find that we are linked telepathically. We promote the
use of audible language but really do not need it. I am truly sorry for the deaths attributed to shark attack within
our waters. In time, Channa will learn acceptable behavior and dining habits but it does keep the tourists
away and ensure our privacy. The bodies that tend to wash up on the shore are quickly disposed of by Maria.
Maria and her daughter inhabit the villa. The daughter is the image of her mother as it should be. She was after
all, the true success of my father-in-law's lifework. Sometimes I wonder what gift she was endowed with. Time
for dinner, Maria is making peau bourrée, I can't seem to get enough of it.
End Journal.
Written by M.J. Heckel @ 2015
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