“Not a chance,” Shocker whispered. “The other labs are lucky to find a few willing mothers. But that many?” She shook her head and massaged her brass fist.
Several female nurses walked the rows, shushing and smiling down here and there. Behind the cribs were machines I didn't recognize. To the side of them were incubators. They looked like fish tanks. Inside each one lay a tiny pink form.
In the menacing silence of the room Shocker's breath caught. A tear rolled down her cheek, hit the table with an audible splat. The psilocybin wasn't anywhere near through with me, and I witnessed the tear stretch into a long flowing tracer from her cheek to the table, hitting with visible sound waves that echoed, eh-et eh-et, dissipating softly.
“Uh-huh-huh-huh!” I chuckled, even though I was mad. I r
