He thought of his own species.
"Homo antithesis."
It was unfortunate that his reproductive system would not pass on the genes of his new species but those of his old species, of homo martialus. But alas, not everybody had the privilege, or curse, of the Blood Goddess.
"Wait, given that genetic adaptive evolution is also the shtick of homo evosapien, doesn't that mean that my species is quite similar to that of homo evosapien?"
They were both species of adaptive evolution.
He turned his attention to the single living stem cell of Anthea that he had in his body with an intrigued expression. "It might be more genetically compatible with me than I realized."
Still, even Project Evolutionary would not allow him to spread his species to the next generation.
"I will have to be satisfied with spreading the martial art of adaptive evolution to the rest of the world, for now. My children with Amare will be homo martialus, I suppose," he remarked, shaking his head.
