That's what the researchers are thinking as they watch the large man lumber from the great big set of doors that few men of the current generation could have stood so tall in.
He is a neanderthal.
A large one as well. His feet are as big as the lead researcher's head and the shape and size of his body is such that it dwarfs all that come near it.
“Will she be alright?
The lead researcher shakes his head. It's not sure if he means no or if he's just thinking.
“Time will tell.”
It's all that he has to say on the matter.
***** Karen didn't think that her volunteering for the United Nation's breeding program would lead to this.
The man stands six foot plus a lot more and has a short cropped beard that seems like someone took a razor to it and didn't quite have a steady hand.
She can understand the shaver's concern.
This one is huge. He towers over her like a monster of old over a damsel in distress. In her heart she knows that this thing – should he really be called a man? - could tear her apart, but it's not what he's going to do.
