I'm Mendel Meade, Anthropologist Second Class aboard the gen-ship Haven. Normally, I roam the depths of our honeycombed asteroid, dealing with problems and reporting back-when I can't put it off any longer-to my fellow scientists at the Brainery. But this time, I get ordered back, right now and, most disturbingly, alone. That means leaving my constant companions and right-and-left hand men-well, technically they're fourteen, but don't NOT call them men-Darwin and Newton, aka The Terror Twins, aka Oh, No, It's Them--behind. They don't like it. I don't like it. But what I find when I get back to base, I like even less....
My name is Mered, just your average 15 year old. But I'm not the same as you. I'm in a foster home with kids I don't like, attend a school with others I might not have at friends and I'm seeking to find the other 'species of the North'. There were 10 of them and 9 are already dead. I hope I will find the last remaining. Will there be someone like me?