The Genesis Seed of Proxima
The Genesis Seed of Proxima I. The seed was not a plant. Genevieve knew this the moment her bare fingers touched the surface of the thing growing in the deepest recess of the gene vault, where the artificial sunlight had not shone for three hundred years and the air tasted of recycled oxygen and ancient dust. It pulsed. Not metaphorically—she could feel the pulse traveling up her arm, into her...
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