She stood, arms folded, clipboard held against her suited breast. Her full attention is on the cryo chamber, directly in front, metallic grey, standing on end.

His testament was to remain frozen until cloning became legal, to clone his lover from the three long hairs grasped tightly in his hand. She had thought the story sweet, until they prepared the hairs. She tapped the clipboard, the chamber disappeared back into storage. She felt certain his lover had not been a horse.