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Sector C, Paris, France
The warehouse sized room was packed with rows of beds and monitoring equipment.
Morgan could see a woman in each bed, masked and sedated as nurses patrolled the machines, checking the bleeping monitors. Each woman was pregnant, some showing only a little and others with huge bellies that must be almost full term.
In the middle of the space was a round guard station where uniformed men sat watching the hospital floor, guns at their hips.
“What are you doing here?” she gasped. “Who are these women?”
“The farm is being used as the basis for our eugenic research.” Pride was evident in Harghada’s voice. “We have been testing drugs for cognitive enhancement and I think we have perfected it in the latest batch. The previous batches had to be terminated but so far
