On closer inspection, it was exactly as he had suspected. He had seen the birth of a soul, the latching from the lifestream, literally millions of times. Up close, maybe several hundred times. Still, he knew how it looked well enough.

“You’re pregnant,” he said, voice soft and full of awe. He placed a hand on his side as he gazed placidly at the burgeoning soul. “The soul is only just beginning to latch,” he said as he pressed his face against Prometheus’ warm side.