The first book in the Morph series.
Ryn's story.
- "Don't you know I can't die!?" -
After being confined for years, Ryn has an opportunity to escape her prison. She's not looking only to free herself but also the rest of the test subjects. As secret...
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"No, It can't be I made sure of it!" I told myself. I instinctively looked into the lab through the windows. As I had thought, his body was still where I had seen it last.
"I'm h-hallucinating?" Out of all the people my mind deemed fit to haunt me, it assumed my father's identity. He smiled inhumanly, making his face contort in ways it shouldn't. When he stepped toward me, I had to stop instinctively from retreating. My mind was still processing the fact that there was no real threat to me.
"Ironic." I scoff and turn toward the screen. I breathed in deeply as I tried to calm down.
"Since you are here, do you know where I can find information on this place?" I hoped that he wouldn't sense my fear.
"I know as much as you, but what you are looking for might be in there." He nods in the direction of the cabinets I previously tried opening—I hadn't expected him to answer so openly. It was odd.
"Have you tried scanning it after you logged into my station? Nice invasion of privacy, by the way."
"You're one to talk." I scoff. I walk over to the cabinet and scan it again. This time, it beeped and turned green. A drawer popped open to reveal neatly filed papers. I must have activated something when I logged into his computer. I reached for the closest file and opened it, revealing contracts, investments, and beneficiaries.
"Multiple third parties that supported our research had provided us with the technology we needed to progress. We didn't just happen across advanced technology, it was given to us as an exchange." My father spoke as I skimmed the document for any vital information that would help me piece together the situation we were all in.
"You make it sound like these third parties were...alien." I glanced at him, and his face was blank. "You didn't disagree."
"There might have been both terrestrial and extraterrestrial influences." My eyes widened. It all made sense now. Earth was dying and vastly overpopulated. The experiments might have been a form of population control and an opportunity to—no, that couldn't be right; it didn't make sense.
"There's a reason why you had only performed experiments on human women," I said. He didn't meet my eyes, further confirming my theories. Both Ra and Maxwell's statements made more sense now.
"—they don't recognize that to further our race it will require some change—we are the future whether they chose to accept that or not—"
"—you didn't think for a second that what we were doing might have been necessary!?"
"Smart girl." My father mused. This was so much bigger than me. Suppose it was true that there were multiple parties invested in this. I had just blown an astronomical hole in their operations.
"Why did they want women?" The answer was pretty straightforward to assume. But I needed to hear someone else say it to believe it.
"What's the point in asking if you already know?" My father asked, averting his gaze to the lab where his body lay.
