Revenge After Death



"I bought this for my wife. Go buy them yourself if you want some as well... You'll end up with rotten teeth if you have more..." that person seemed to say.

I stood in a daze as I held onto the cotton candy. Why couldn't I make out the face of the person in my memory anymore?

Were those my warm memories with Michael? Why did I feel that it wasn't him?

"The police have solved multiple missing persons cases and discovered the mastermind to be a mad experimental base hidden in a desolate area. Whether it's a distortion of human nature or the decaying of morality, the exposure of this experimental base has shocked the entire society."

Ashton turned on the TV and was listening to the news again.

Down the mountain, it seemed everything had changed. The exposure of Genome Society was like a large tree being uprooted, leaving a tangled mess in its wake.

People started protesting online and condemning such actions.

"On May 24, 2046, the government issued a new decree banning all sorts of human genome editing experiments. It prohibits all sorts of genetic modification on human embryos for reproduction, experimentation, and other inhumane practices.

"Cloning human embryos are also strictly prohibited, along with-"

Ashton sat on the ground while Stevie sat obediently beside him. They were watching and listening to the reports on genome editing and genetic experiments one after another.

The 'deaths' of Stephany Larson and Steven Lincoln were like a bomb, causing ripples everywhere. And now, the misdeeds and corruptions of Genome Society were finally coming to light.

Someone had single-handedly ripped away Genome Society's cover, exposing their profit-driven activities like genome modification, transplant of edited organs, and human trafficking to the public.

They would soon have nowhere to hide with the government taking action.

"Some people are just like geckos. Even if they're cut down, they'll still manage to come back," Ashton mumbled in front of the TV.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

I was somewhat surprised to find that even a child would be interested in watching news about societal

issues.

"What's wrong with society? They're prohibiting genome editing now?" I asked, confused.

Michael seemed to be into it as well, staring at the news. His voice was hoarse when he said, "When we see one cockroach around, that means there are already countless around."

I said nothing and continued to watch the news.

"An 18-year-old young woman went missing for 20 years, only to be found preserved in a cryogenic chamber. The crimes of Genome Society go far beyond this-the exposed experiments are shocking and have rippled across the world."

Media reporters were conducting interviews at the laboratory site discovered in the desolate area. But they weren't allowed entry due to restrictions.

However, the limited information revealed was enough to shock the entire society.

"Eight genetically superior victims were used as breeding tools to produce the best possible genetic specimens. Only four were still alive when found, and they were already suffering severe mental issues. What the media could report was incredibly limited. The true horrors of Genome Society were those unimaginable and terrifying experiments that couldn't be fully reported as they would certainly cause widespread panic.

"I thought these things would only happen in foreign countries," I whispered.

"They are happening in foreign countries, but their authorities are involved. That's why they've managed to keep things under a tight wrap,' Michael explained.

Inodded my head, saying, "That's so scary. Let's not go out that often in the future. There are dangers lurking everywhere.'

Michael nodded and smiled as he held my hands tight. "Alright, I'll protect you and the kids."

I looked down at his hands. I started to hallucinate for some reason.

I seemed to be seeing a pair of scarred hands holding my own tightly, but they still looked beautiful despite the scars.

The person said, "Live your life untainted, Stephie. Leave the dirty work to me."