"Over the years, the connection between the foreign DNA and my brain has become very strong. Severing that connection would mean providing the precursors with inactive DNA. This is our last attempt, and we can't afford any mistakes. Look, there are still so many people working hard for this cause. As the initiator of the last plan, I must strive for perfection. What could this little pain do to me?"
"Alright."
James Wright nodded.
At this point, there were only 310,000 people left in the base. Every step that took place in this operating room and the embryo room next door had countless people working tirelessly behind it. Colleagues were reaching the end of their lives, one by one, unable to bear the strain on their bodies or souls any longer, collapsing dead at their posts.
"James."
Lila Brown spoke again.
"I'm here."
"I love you."
"I know."
"But I stayed, not just because I love you."
"I know."
