After finalizing college financing details, it was heart-wrenching to find out that the university required all students to be outfitted with I-cell devices. The only way to transmit instructional information and keep track of students, the device could be inserted in my arm or worn on my wrist. Fearing my life surrendering to a machine, I chose the latter. Stubborn illusions about exercising my free will notwithstanding, the only question was to what degree I remained as free in the city as I was in the northern lakes.
In biogenetic and anatomy courses, I encountered some of my father’s articles in science journals that credited him for pioneering DNA research. Preferring the serenity of anonymity, I never revealed to students or faculty that I was related to him. His I-cell contained al
