Dexter nodded. "So, he's been working with the organization because he's a victim of a genetic disorder. His children have a hard time being born healthy, so he..."
I began to understand. Damian was doing all this in hopes of obtaining perfect genes to circumvent his own genetic flaws.
"My dad, he's a good man." The girl who had been silent finally spoke up, her voice tiny as she timidly looked up at me. "He's helping you..."
I frowned, looking at her.
From her tightly clutched backpack, the girl pulled out a photo album.
Inside, there were pictures of a younger Damian with my parents.
"His classmates." The girl pointed at the people in the photos.
Phoebe's parents were Damian's classmates, top talents in the medical field, and key members of the Gene-Forge Collective.
"They shared the same vision." The girl struggled to speak. "Eventually, they grew fond of the subject, wanting to help her escape..."
The girl pointed at Phoebe in the photos.
I knew, my parents were part of the organization, and I was just a subject.
I knew they didn't love me initially, just saw me as an object of study.
But I didn't hate them; they seemed to have developed feelings for me too.
They wanted to help me escape, but died in a tragic car accident.
The people behind the organization wouldn't allow their subject to escape, disobedient employees had to be eliminated.
As Matthew said, I, as a 'subject,' was too valuable.
The organization had invested billions, even hundreds of billions, to develop me, a step forward in science and medicine.
Moreover, as a subject, my inherent value far exceeded their investment.
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