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And then there’s the pride seeping in.
Because my algorithm was right.
And Newman is wrong.
She’s here. Here. For the first time ever, we found one of them before the billionaires did. The commercial DNA databases sold to the public as a tool for studying personal geneology, or being a biohacker and buying the right supplements for optimal longevity – pick your poison – finally came through for us.
And only us.
Because it’s all consumerist bullshit.
The billionaires charge you to spit in a tube and tell them all your secrets. Every chromosome, every allele, every telomere is a furtive, whispered confession they’re just going to use for their own benefit.
While making you think it’s all about you.
The best villains do that, you know. They seduce you. Make you think they aren’t evil. Oh, no.
They want you to get what you want. What you need.
What you deserve.
What’s the old saying? The greatest trick Satan ever performed was convincing people he didn’t exist.
The billionaires in these commercial DNA companies are investors. They provide capital and nothing more. That’s what all the financial analysts say, right?
The greatest lie.
Building these companies allows for them to find women like Paigelynn.
And that’s when my rage kicks in.
Again.
“They can’t have her,” I whisper to myself as sweat drops from the ends of my hair, two drips onto the toe of my shoe. The thought of her back in that house, isolated from the world by those two goons, makes me want to run back, kidnap her, and set her free.
Free with me.
And only me.
Impulse and instinct are two very different things. One will get you into huge trouble.
The other will save your ass.
Ever since the cult my parents brought us into was broken up, I’ve had one singular goal: to protect others from going through what my sister and I experienced.
Even while I spent years in jail, I never regretted what I did. Never felt remorse.
Not one single drop.
Powerful networks turn into cults when the people running them think they’re above the law. There’s only one way to fight back:
Go even lower.
So low they don’t see you.
So undercover they can’t fathom you exist.
“Damn it,” I hiss, forcing myself to take in a deep breath. Crossroads like these are the worst. The absolute worst. If I make the wrong choice, people will die.
