“About how the embryos were switched…”
“And who do you think switched them?”
Kangar stopped and looked in horror at his supervisor.
“I wanted to save our experiment,” the latter said. “I couldn’t just let part of the material be destroyed.”
“And you wanted my embryos to be destroyed?”
“No,” Zbronjo grinned. “I didn’t want that. I knew they would be abducted. I even knew who would do it.”
“And you didn’t stop them?”
“No, because as a result all the material remained whole. Maimaga will continue the experiment in the Pasteur Institute in Paris.”
“You mean, where my embryos have ended up?” Kangar asked a little more calmly.
“They’re not embryos any more. I think that by now their biological age is the equivalent of fifteen years – if, of course, they use the same methods abroad as we
