"We both know I seek to do more than that with them..."<br/>He slowly muttered as the droid gave him its back, returning to his work. H8 was right, it seemed that no matter the condition: Heat, cold, life or death, the midichlorians always found a way to carry on. It was something else that H8 had never said that got his attention, cursing himself for never thinking of such a simple process that could help him experiment with the micro-organisms.<br/><br/>Moving over to the stored specimens, he set up a crude dialysis machine and began the painfully long process of extracting all the midichlorians from the samples. The corner of his lip sneered, displaying emotion in his normal emotionless facade. The irony he felt almost made him want to smash the lab to pieces as realized the lack of test subjects to remove midichlorians was in short supply, the solace the ships humming engine became a prison now that he had a new experiment to test.<br/><br/>Once the samples the ship meagerly provided were gone, he separated them and systematically observed every moment as he attempted kill the organisms. His first attempt was an attempt to incinerate the mysterious cells, cataloging the changes that made them so resilient and plentiful in the galaxy, it evolved! Calculations were made as the heat intensified, he knew there was a pattern, a instinct was telling him that at some point in the life cycle the midichlorians multiplied like all other living organisms. His attention focused on his work, obsessed with finding the exact moment life began a new. After devoting himself to his work for a unknown amount of time he took a moment to gather his notes and retreat from the lab and found himself eating a small meal in the ship's kitchen compartment.