Quantum: Legacy

Chapter 1 }~{ A New Point of View

Her.

She was a mistake, a mixed blood, wasn't pure and in the end got her killed, that's why I'm here, she didn't want me to follow her path and die because her blood, so I was made pure.

Made better than she could ever be. Learned more than she ever could.

Not rash as she.

My blood.

Robin Silver.

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"Chemical formulae for Acetone?" The woman in the lab coat asked. Her skin darker than before due to the fact she came back from visiting her family in India. She brought Quinn back some dahi ke kebab and samosa, in secret of course, the Board did not approve of her eating anything outside of the schedule block.

"((CH3)2CO)" the answer was quite simple, going over review for the next test assigned tomorrow. Drishti was going through her notes written down, after discovering that Quinn could easily cheat if electronics were in use. Though they both knew she never would.

"When did the Ottoman Empire dissolve?" Quinn paused for a moment sorting through all the dates of dissolved countries in her head. "The first of November, 1922" she unsurely said.

"'The world should have been in Technicolour, but seemed more like black and white' where does this quote come from?" A sigh of relief came from Quinn as she got was indirectly told she got the last question correct.

"Kenneth Oppel, Half Brother." They both read the novel 4 years ago, it was utterly frustrating to all when Quinn still read in a robotic tone. The Board found her lacking the proper skills to move forward with her teachings. It was shortly fixed after the annoyance.

"What is the..." Drishti stopped when the sound of the mechanic door opened, her head spun to see the new individual, only to realize it was plural, individuals. Drishti was about sling some excitable words with the review being interrupted, but Quinn reached for her hand to pull the focus of the Board members; angering the Board did no good. The other members did not come.

Slava Konstantinov, the scientist in charge of altering my genetics as well as my creation to begin with.

Fatin Samara, the woman who can kick my butt anytime of day. She's in charge of  training, control of my inherited abilities is key.

If a member of the board is here it's serious. Two members are unheard of. Mr. Konstantinov turned to Drishti; one face blank, the other the opposite. "Testing has been moved to today" was all he said and left to solitude. Ms. Samara was different, she took off her coat off and gave it to one of the security officers ( who stood in a stern manner, but fazed when Mr. Konstantinov and Ms. Samara entered the room) pulled a chair over to the 2 chairs Drishti and Quinn once sat.

Drishti was rather displeased with the change of schedule. Ms. Samara didn't seem the least bit fazed. Both Drishti and Ms. Samara were placed as off in a sense to Quinn; the two women were always well put, not in an attitude that seemed to have a certain toxicity to it.

"Quinn, how has studying gone?" A test of sorts of Ms. Samara.

"Outstanding as always, thanks to my teachers." The words rolled off of Quinn's tongue as automatic as it was.