At a time wherein cloning, body modifications and bioengineering were all commonplace, the only thing you could be sure of remaining constant was a person’s Soul. Each had a unique signature, effecting a sort of spiritual fingerprint. It was both a terrifically useful system, and a strangling means of identity control.

It was as much an assault on the auditory senses as a visual one though, with thousands of loud

Kylie’s lab partner, and fellow apprentice, Abby barely even left the lab

Slugs. Third floor of a Hydroponics lab, and still slugs. Rows upon rows of cabbages, carrots and peas. All basking under complex lighting and sprinkler systems; laced with all manner of pesticides. And still slugs.

Slugs. Third floor of a Hydroponics lab, and still slugs. Rows upon rows of cabbages, carrots and peas. All basking under complex lighting and sprinkler systems; laced with all manner of pesticides. And still slugs.

We got talking, she stabbed me, I hit her with a lamp, her guards came in, so I jumped out of the window."