The night was cold. A fresh wind was blowing into the bedroom through the windows that were nothing more but holes in the wall. To Regan, they were windows, but she did not know that windows used to be merely a framework for glass panes. Many a thing was unknown to Regan, yet it had not always been so.
Before she had been with the Silence and forgotten even her own name, Regan had been a brilliant scientist. Her name had been known to the top leaders of the world, she was author of many a scientific breakthrough essay. Her area of expertise had been DNA—human DNA, plant DNA, animal DNA. They had called her Master of the Genomes.
The last project she had ever worked on before the destruction of Earth was a project that had shaken her foundations, for what she was confronted with in a secr
