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>Start slowly producing this chimeras in favor of the old ones
>Take it to the fortress, keep a close eye on it
You had succeeded in changing the flow of history.
For all the greatness that went into this achievement, there was no way to predict what would emerge from this event.
But you would not let it fizzle out, you had too keep feeding this fire.
The order you gave Charon was simple, from now on, all new chimera would be created under this template.
The android seemed stunned, did he not think of creating more than one or was he concerned about the stability of the creature?
When he agreed to a monotone voice, you could only guess.
The estimated time for the first batch, since no prisoners where allowed to be used, would be 10 months.
That seemed like enough time to teach this one, and that should help in shaping the rest.
You turned to the newborn chimera, who was tapping the head of one of the unthinking androids that still surrounded her.
Testing the things infinite patience.
"You are going to come with me to the fortress, okay? It's our main base of operations and everyone was at."
You phrased it as a question, but it was an obligation.
You wanted to keep an eye on this creature while it was still unpredictable.
The chimera noded in agreement.
"How many people are there?" She asked
"Less than a dozen. On that note, they may be scared of you at the start, and some are rude people,"
You said thinking of the spriggan and her quest to vex you. "So don't kill anything without my permission, 'kay?"
"Am I supposed to kill something eventually?"
"In the best case scenario, no. Let's get going."
...
You left the labs quickly, and were greeted by a gray night sky.
The cosmos blocked by the perpetual clouds, and even so, the visage of the moon glowed purely.
Drowning your city in pleased light.
You decided not to linger in any of this.
You caught a nearby vehicle and one of the many androids drove you back.
So you had a bit of time to reflect on what you were bringing to the fortress.
It was many things, but the first thing is that you didn't know how to address her.
"Do you have a name, or any preference on what to be called?"
She thought about it, amd replied with with no.
Nothing she had been called felt right.
"What about Frankie? It does fit." You suggested.
She looked at the air, searching in her mind to what you were referencing.
"Like the doctor? I don't know why it fits but I will accept your name, Creator."
That was not it, but nevermind.
She seemed happy enough.
