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and sent halfhearted shadows over the benches, computer terminals, and humped forms of equipment
now shrouded in dustcovers. Laser pens, pocket comms, and reports lay scattered about the work
stations, and status lights gleamed in spots of color throughout the spacious room.
 A faint hum from the air-conditioning kept the laboratory from complete silence; nevertheless, the
delicate clinking sounded loud in the room as the woman resettled her glass-encased thin sections. Slim
and blonde, she hunched over the black ceramic counter of her workbench and slowly inserted her slides
into the feeder for the electron microscope. A curious tingle of excitement possessed Anatolia Daviura as
she sighed and slipped the last of the specimens into the machine. This project remained her after hours
pet. Driven by a curiosity at first, now her investigation had become an obsession.

She stared at the display on the console. The raw data had loaded. The machine now patiently awaited
commands to tell it which data to obtain, analyze, and test from the samples.

Anatolia steeled herself and ordered: тАЬLot identification 7355. First run instructions on data group one.
Initiate karyotype charts for control and Fl. Log comparison and run statistical analysis for probability of
parentage. Second run instructions for data group two. Analysis of recombinant mitochondrial DNA.
Match control sample to F, sample and determine percentage of divergence. тАЬ

тАЬAcknowledged,тАЭ the machine answered. тАЬWorking.тАЭ The monitor to one side glowed to life, presenting
a series of Xs in order-the polar view of paired huiranтАЩs in metapchromosomeihase of the mitotic
process. A frown creased AnatoliaтАЩs brow as she studied the holo with an experienced eye. More data
complied, the machine printing it out in a long strip. When the recombinant DNA study ran, Anatolia
already knew what sheтАЩd find. The printout had a cool feel as she ripped it from the feeder. Flipping the
pages with thin fingers, she began to scan the data and stopped, attention riveted. She glanced uneasily at
the machine.

тАЬRerun both functions,тАЭ she told the computer. Slow minutes crept by until the printout filled the tray and
the red тАЬfinishedтАЭ light came on.

тАЬCall up visual display of slide ten.тАЭ

She chewed at her lips, frowning at the monitor. Anatolia, this is no machine error. The parental
genotype appeared typical for a Caucasoid Etavian woman, but when she inspected the critical
recombinant sections with those of the alleged offspring, it bore no resemblance to the F, sample. But
what could explain such anomalous patterns in the F, sample? Her heart began to pound with the thrill of
a hunter keen on the spoor.

She leaned back in her chair and stared absently at the ceiling panels overhead while her mind raced.
SheтАЩd half suspected what sheтАЩd find in the I F, comparison, but this other?

The numbers on the clock flashed to remind her of the time. So late?

She turned her attention to the monitor once more. This just canтАЩt be. But the screen mocked her.
Wearily, Anatolia dropped the printout into her drawer. She placed her thumb on the lock, hearing it
click satisfyingly.

тАЬSeal the data on project number 7355. Security code two-my voice access only.тАЭ

тАЬAcknowledged,тАЭ the machine replied in its monotone voice.