Chapter 4
Dr Frankel tugged his beard. ‘Take her to Sub Level 3 and put her in Room 6,’ he said, turning to the guard. ‘I’ll figure out what can be done with her after the others have been assessed. She might not have an ability, but that doesn’t mean she won’t be able to pass the genetic trait on to any offspring. BioTech needs to ensure a sustainable supply of psychics for the future, after all.’
Still struggling to overcome the effects of being tasered three times, it took a while for the meaning of his words to sink in. Then I fought not to gag. He was as bad as Father, wanting to force breed psychics to further his own goals.
I wanted to shout at him, to tell him I would never be part of something like that, but all that came out was a croak, vocal cords straining with the effort.
