
Here's an easy one.
I am doing all I can to remain objective. My notes are extensive, a documentation of this monumental experimental opportunity. Whenever possible I refer to the subject by the objective pronoun “it”, as befits a non-sentient life form.
I have not been able to discover the means by which the creature has temporarily borrowed sentience and memories. Genetic memory seems a scientific impossibility, and yet there he sits, smiling at me and asking for pie.
I am doing all I can to remain objective, but I cannot shake the feeling that tomorrow I will be forced to kill my son.