002. Slow
There’s a painstaking slowness to the work. To planning generations, and knowing that it won’t necessarily work out, no matter how careful you are. It makes the natural span of a human life a punishment. No matter how good the breeder and scientist are, the chances that a person gets to see the best product of their work are minute at best. It’s struggling towards a kind of immortality that Elenore sees as not unlike having children. She certainly feels a similar sense of protective affection towards her creations, and a pride at what they might become when she’s gone.