Maya's POV

Rick leads me down another corridor. The soldiers keep their grip on my arms but I barely notice anymore. I'm numb. Drowning in the enormity of what he just told me.

They're going to kill us. All of us. Harvest our genetic material and use it to create enhanced humans. We were never anything but raw materials to them.

"I know it's difficult to process," Rick says, mistaking my silence for awe instead of horror. "Thirty years of work. Hundreds of millions in funding. All ...