Gina's P.O.V.
"I usually give this speech in front of an entire generation of O.C. transfers," Maya leans with crossed arms onto her desk in a slow, polite manner. "But I guess - even at my age - there's a first for everything," her maroon eyes narrow ever so slightly as she probably keeps guessing how come a girl in her 20s ended up with an early retirement.
"All of us here have the same story," she finally continues. "We were designed in the supply lab of the Original City with one purpose only," she tilts her head. "Do you know which?"
I nod. "To be DNA donors."
She gives me a mocking smile. "Living donors aren't really necessary to make designed embryos. Sure, it's simpler to harvest desired genes from readily-made samples, but with some effort, they could've cloned diverse DNA, ke
