“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 things like that. “Oh my god.” Laila collapsed. Dr. Emerson was pale and her hands shook as she removed Laila’s jeans. “Can you carry her to the bed?” I lifted Laila, trying to ignore the fact I’d never been this close to a girl in her underwear, if Laila could in fact be considered a girl. Although holding her in my arms, she seemed like nothing but girl. “Is she going to be okay?” I asked as I laid her down. Dr. Emerson tucked the covers around her. “I’m not sure.” I glanced at her. “What are you talking about? She’s just weak, we’ll just take her to a hospital, get her some medicine or some rest.…” “Don’t you understand?” Dr. Emerson wiped tears off her face with one hand.
