Laid out on the table in front of him were freshly sliced organs. The heart, the lungs, the kidneys, and whatever else he had extracted through his battles. Dasha's expression was unchanged as he gazed down at them. In his head, he wrote down a series of notes. Details and inquiries that he was combing over like he would a thesis. His fingers flexed and twitched as if rolling a pencil in his hand.
"The hearts of the humans created from the Heavenly Tower are identical to humans on Earth. Not even a minute difference except for the existence and slivers of the soul. That must mean they are human. Fully human. The Architects of the Heavenly Tower aren't replicating for the sake of it, they are creating faithfully. The question is how? From what? Who are the Architects? How does one become an Architect?"
