Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Genetic Assessment Center.

When Colin and I arrived, Finn was perched on a couch in the waiting area, his expression heavy with concern.

It wasn't just Finn; several research scientists in white lab coats also wore grave expressions.

"See for yourself."

Finn slid a lab report across the table towards us.

Colin picked it up and glanced over it, his reaction muted, almost unsurprised.

I exchanged a look with Colin before reaching out to examine the report myself.

Regrettably, it might as well have been in Greek.

Noticing my confusion, Finn massaged his temples. "We've got a big problem... Phoebe Caldwell appears to have been genetically modified at the embryonic stage, and then the embryo was implanted back into a womb for gestation – a genetic-edited baby."

The scientists shared his grave look. "Moreover, Phoebe Caldwell underwent the most advanced genetic enhancements available. She was born with the potential for genius-level intellect, a physicality and strength beyond that of an average person – essentially... the creation of a prodigy."

Put in more alarming terms, humanity had fashioned a 'god' that could age and die.

"Genetic editing..." I muttered in disbelief, looking at the researchers. "Is this technology widespread?"

"It's strictly prohibited," Finn frowned. "You don't understand what genetic editing could mean for society. Once..."

He trailed off, as if further explanation would be lost on me anyway.

Colin remained silent throughout, not uttering a single word.

"Is it possible that some wealthy individuals have already started doing this? It sounds like... there are no downsides, making their children superior," I ventured cautiously.

"Research into genetic editing is banned from human trials for a reason. There are too many uncontrollable factors. Like, if you close one door in the genetic chain to grant natural immunity to HIV, you might inadvertently open another. And the consequences of that are unpredictable and uncontrollable."

The rich aren't fools. They wouldn't dare gamble on such an immature science. Thus a successful experiment requires countless test subjects to be sacrificed until the perfect result is achieved.

If genetic editing were to be legalized, it would throw society into chaos.

The wealthy would engineer their children to be 'gods' from birth, while the poor would be oppressed for life.

I stared at the genetic test results, silent for a long moment. "So... Phoebe isn't the natural-born fruit of her parents' love but rather an experiment?"

"It's very likely," one of the scientists confirmed.

Finn looked up at Colin. "This is why I called you. We can't let this information leak; it would cause mass panic. We need to find out more. I suspect Phoebe is not an isolated case."

Considering the experimental data-like entries in Phoebe's parents' journals, Finn believed she was likely a test subject. "And her death might have been a deliberate move by those behind the scenes to destroy this living evidence."

And it was possible they deemed Phoebe a failed experiment.

"So, if the goal was to destroy the evidence, the person who killed me... Phoebe, shouldn't have trapped her body in a display case but should have incinerated it," I countered. "Displaying the body in a glass case seems more intentional. Like they wanted to showcase her to the public, to expose the conspiracy behind her creation," I murmured.

The killer must be against genetic editing. And they knew far too much about the secrets of these experiments.

"But here's the most terrifying part." Finn produced another report. "This is from the fetus found in Phoebe's womb. Congenital deformities, abnormal morphology, severe genetic defects, chromosomal anomalies..." This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

It was, unmistakably, a 'monster'. A malformed child that could never be brought to term.