Dr. Erland woke up on the floor of a hot, dusty hotel room, unable for a
moment to remember where he was.
This was not the laboratories beside New Beijing Palace, where he'd
watched cyborg after cyborg break into red and purple rashes. Where
he'd seen the life drain out of their eyes, and caused then sacrifice of another
life, while plotting the next step in his hunt for the only cyborg
that mattered.
This was not the labs of Luna, where he'd studied and researched with
a singular drive for recognition. Where he'd seen monsters born at the
end of his surgical tools. Where he'd watched the brainwaves of young
men take on the chaotic, savage patterns of wild animals.
He was not Dr. Dmitri Erland, as he'd been in New Beijing.
He was not Dr. Sage Darnel, as he'd been on Luna.
Or perhaps he was—he couldn't think, couldn't remember ... didn't
care.
His thoughts kept turning away from himself and his two hateful
identities, and swarming back to his wife's heart-shaped face and
honey-blonde hair that became frizzy whenever the ecology department
was injecting new humidity into Luna's controlled atmosphere.
His thoughts were on screaming baby, four days old and confirmed a
shell, as his wife dropped her into the hands of Thaumaturge Mira, with
all the coldness and disgust she would have shown a rodent.
The last time he'd seen his little Crescent Moon.
He watched the whirling ceiling fan that did nothing to dispel the
desert heat and wondered why, after all these years, this hallucinations
had chosen this time to torture him.
This shell girl did not really have his wife's freckles or blonde hair.
This shell girl did not have his unfortunate height or his own blue eyes.
This shell girl was not his daughter, returned from the dead to haunt
him. The illusion was all in his mind.
Perhaps it was fitting. He'd done so many horrible things. The recent
attack against Earth was only the culmination of years of his own
efforts. It was through his own research that Queen Channary had
began developing her army of world hybrids, and through his experiments
that Levana was able to se it to its bloody finale.
And then there were all those he'd hurt to find Selene and end Levana's
reign. All those he'd murdered to find Linh Cinder.
He'd been too optimistic to think he could repay those debts now. He'd
tried hard to duplicate the antidote Levana had given to Emperor Kaito.
He'd had to try, and for his pains—more sacrifices. More blood samples.
More experiments, though now he was forced to find true volunteers,
when the traffickers couldn't bring him new blood on their own.
He had discovered, back in New Beijing when he'd studied the antidote
brought by Queen Levana, that Lunar shells held the secret. The same genetic
mutation that made them immune to the Lunar tampering of bioelectricity
could be used to create antibodies that would fight off and defeat the
disease. And so he'd begun gathering shells and their blood and their DNA.
Using them, just as he'd used the young men who would become mindless
soldiers for the queen. Just as he'd used the cyborgs who were too often unwilling
candidates of the letumosis experimentation.
Of course his brain would do this to him. Of course his insanity would
reach such a depth that the hallucinations would return to him the only
thing he had ever cared form and they would twist reality so that she became
just another one of his victims.
Just another person bought and discarded.
Just another blood sample.
Just another lab rat who hated him.
His little Crescent Moon.
Over his head, his portscreen signed on his laboratory shelf.
It took more energy than he thought he had to pull himself to his feet,
groaning as he used the age-polished bedpost for leverage.
He took his time, avoiding the truth, partly because he didn't know
what he wanted the truth to be. A hallucination he could deal with. He
could write it off and continue with his work.
But if it was her ...
He could not lose her one more time.
He passed the open closet and pushed aside the window blinds, glancing
out onto the street. He could see the curve of the ship two streets
away, reflecting the sunlight as dusk set in. He should get this over with
before Cinder came to check on her Wolf fired. He had not had any
subjects sold to him since she'd been here, and he did not think she would
understand. She had such a tough time understanding the sacrifices
that had to be made for the good of all. She, who should understand better
than anyone.
Sighing, he paced back to the small lab setup and the girl's blood
sample. He picked up the portscreen and clicked on the report generated
from the test. He felt woozy as he scanned the data culled from her DNA.
Lunar.
Shell.
HEIGHT, FULLY GROWN: 153.48 CENTIMETERS
MARTIN-SCHULTZ SCALE IRIS PIGMENTATION: 3
MELANIN PRODUCTION: 28/100, WITH LOCALIZED TO CONCENTRATED
MELANIN TO FACE / EPHELIS
Her physical statistics were followed by a list of potential diseases and
genetic weakness, with suggestions for treatments and preventions.
It did not tell him what he needed to know until he steeled himself
and linked her chart to his own, a chart that he had practically memorized
for as many times as he had taken his own blood for experimentation.
He sat down on the edge of the bed while the computer ran through
the charts, comparing and contrasting more than 40,000 genes.
He found himself hoping that the hallucination was true and she was
not his daughter. That his daughter had been killed by Sybil Mira, as he'd
been led to believe so many years ago.
Because if it was her, she would despise him.
And he would agree with her.
She was gone already, he was sure. He didn't know how long he'd been
unconscious, but he doubted she would stay close. He had already lost
that little ghost.Twice, now.
The portscreen finished running the comparison.
Match found.
Paternity confirmed.
He took off his spectacles and set them on the desk and exhaled a long,
trembling breath.
His Crescent Moon was alive.
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Cress
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