Ernestine Sinclair, Nuclear Darwinist of the Seventh Degree and past president of the Society of Nuclear Darwinists, closed the door of her unit behind herself and let her shoulders sag.
It was all going wrong.
The Society founded by her father was being destroyed before her very eyes and there seemed to be nothing Ernestine could do to fix anything. Why did her term as president have to be over, just when the Society faced this crisis? Why had the membership elected Blake, so determined to placate everyone, just when they needed a tough leader?
What could she do?
Ernestine took a deep breath before glancing up at her father’s image, illuminated on the opposite side of the foyer. Ernest Sinclair, founder of both the Society of Nuclear Darwinists and the Institute for Radiation Studies,
