“They rooted her.” “You mean…” The experiment she’d talked about. The experiment that had been only theoretical, technology meshing with the organic and speeding the evolution. I stared at the scars on Laila’s legs. Scars like that didn’t come without pain and suffering. I knew firsthand about th...
NO NEED TO SEE WHAT I ALREADY SAW every day. The restaurant-style kitchen was next. Stainless steel pots and pans in every size hung from the ceiling above a long butcher-block-style counter. Two ovens sat side by side on one wall. They were the Hansel and Gretel type, big enough to shove a good-...