A week later five smaller versions of TAMaxwell had become highly annoyed by the barrage of tests Choc and Steve had put them through. TAMaxwell was also becoming irritated by the extra bodies taking up room in the cage and jumped out onto the bench at every opportunity.
“Are you sure we should let TAMaxwell watch this much television? It can’t be healthy surely?” said Steve as he passed Choc another DNA sample.
“I’m not exactly in a position to give it a university education here, Steve. What could be more important than saving the world anyway? At least it gets to learn why we’re doing this?” TAMaxwell began to twitter happily and bounced up close to the video screen.
“What’s so exciting?” asked Choc, adjusting the centrifuge.
“Tom Cruise is doing his sea-level rise awareness presentation today. TAMaxwell seems to have become rather taken with him.”
“I thought it liked Tiger Woods,” said Choc, switching on the centrifuge. “It watched him for ages when he was cleaning carpets and asking people to vote for his idea yesterday.”
“Ah, yes, but then when you went for lunch, they showed some clips of him doing his day job,” said Steve. “When he began practising his putting TAMaxwell got rather agitated at the sight of the golf balls. It probably feels safer with Tom Cruise.” He began gliding up and down the bench.
“Let’s just hope they don’t show any clips from The Color of Money,” said Choc, examining the centrifuge readout. “These new Smibbles seem to work. It looks like the whole lab has gone carbon negative.”
“That’s excellent Miss Harvey. You’ll be able to exhibit them on your Celebrity Big Brother guest appearance next week.”
Choc smiled, “I’d like to see the look on Tex’s face when I unveil them. He wants to do all this expensive population control and we may have saved the world.”
Steve paused from cleaning the bench. “Do you think we did the right thing?”