CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Anna Hogarth tapped her chin with the end of her pen, feeling her brain slowly numb from boredom. She wondered if it was possible to get brain damage from sheer boredom. It didn’t sound particularly scientific to her, but she bet some scientific journal out there had studied the question and published the results of that experiment. If not, then maybe she should do it herself.
At least I’m well paid, Anna thought. Bored and well-paid. Almost like being bored and rich, except I’m not rich.
Sighing, Anna looked around at the massive cloning facility in which she sat. She sat on a comfy office chair on a metal platform overlooking dozens of large cloning tubes. Their glass shells were opaque, making it impossible to see just what was inside, but Anna didn’t care. She kne
