Science-fiction short short story. I used to like reading science-fiction stories and novels. Here it is, my debut ;) graphics by kellepics

BIOINK:Family

I found him in the afternoon. Our boy was lying down the cliff, his skull shattered over the rocks. I was carrying him back to the base in my arms, the world was fizzy behind the tears streaming down my face. I have placed his corpse in the fridge.
When I touched my wife's arm she winced with abhorrence. Not that it was unexpected. We have rarely talked for months, maybe years. I was feeling like I am another household appliance. Useful. Necessary. Nothing more than that. I told her what happened. Her back trembled in silent sob.

She came after I have placed his corpse in the cartridge. She hasn't even glanced in that direction.
Rob, I want a daughter. she said emotionless. Not too small, no nappies. Not too big, no puberty and quarrels. Three years old I think.
I have entered 36 months for age and continued to fill other options according to her whispers: She will have blond, curly hair, deep blue eyes. She will smile whenever she will spot mother. Cheerful, serene, open... but not inclined to get in danger.

After half an hour, or more precisely, after her throat was completely dry, I have finished entering data and pressed the big green button with engraved letters START. High speed bioprinter will do it's job in less than 24 hours. She left the room. Adjuvant liquids where pouring with a silent splash into the cartridge. My son's body was drowning, waiting to be broken apart into zillions of bioparticles and to form an amorphous bioink fluid. I have opened database. My son was smiling from the photograph. He was still there. Hi was still in the computer. Or rather a recipe for his body, his face, arms, legs, brain and smile, his mind or, if you wish to call it that way, his soul. I have watched hundreds of other photos, one by one. Our children, friends, ancestors, people I couldn't recall. Reminiscing good, exciting, terrifying, funny and bad moments. They were all here. Every member of the colonizing expedition. Recipes how to print them. But there was no ink. At least one of the, let's call it colour, was missing.
Both suns where already above horizon. I made for bedroom. Upstairs. Like yesterday, like a month ego, like a year ago. To avert aversion, repulsion, loathing, abhorrence – all the emotions my wife has saved for me. This way is better. For her. For me.

The little angel was sleeping happily. In twelve hours she will open her eyes for the first time. She will be jumping, singing, hugging a teddy bear.
Coffee or tea? asked Lisa. When was the last time she offered me coffee? A month ago? Three months?
Coffee, black.
We were sipping in silence. Lisa was wearing her grey sweater and grey trousers. Not skirt. Not stockings. She was very feminine and not feminine at the same time.
Rob? Rob? She poked my forehead. I was an observer. Not feeling like to answer.
Rob, you have wrinkles around eyes. You're growing old.
Now she was behind my back. She whispered: I will be blunt. You have expired. She was dragging my body, loudly chugging. She was stopping every few steps, my skull was hitting the floor with a deaf sound. I was placed in the cartridge. Lisa, all sweaty, sat behind the control computer. My emotions were switched off. My will was switched off. I was nothing more than an observer. I didn't feel fear. Nor hate. Through the glass of the door I could see the settings. Height 180. Caring. Motivated. Forgiving. Strong willed. IQ 300. Wait. Wait. IQ 300? Does she hope he will crack the problem of missing ink? Will the bioprinter be able to create such an intelligent creature? She pressed the green button. Adjuvant liquids where pouring on my body. Lisa started to work on another project. Warm, loving mother, loving wife, IQ... She paused, after a while she entered 115, height 176, likes wearing skirts. She took off her sweater, hesitated and started to investigate it. She turned back to the control computer and changed height to 170. Well, whatever she said, her voice was distant, her body hazy. Liquids were filling my nose and ears. Sounds, shapes, my memories were dissipating.