Chapter Sixty-One
‘Are you hearing this?’ Chickenhead said.
Already he was starting to annoy Denton. ‘Keep walking,’ he said. ‘Cecilia was always into some crazy shit.’
Denton had, in fact, been listening to the conversation very intently. But everything Cecilia had said, he’d heard before during his work with his father during the Second World War. The Nazis had carried out varied and often fruitless research into achieving human perfection. While Hitler was busy absorbing European territory, Denton and his father were assigned to an expedition in Siberia. It was here that his father recovered samples of a virus from a meteor fragment: what Cecilia would later call the Phoenix virus. All livings things had hundreds, thousands of genes imported by viruses. That was after all how Denton
