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Unformatted text preview: . "There are two kinds of mutation," she told him, "those which can be passed on and those which cannot. This is not a singular occurrence, your birth, it's conceivable that you are ... a species. But how could this be? How could this happen? How could one combination of teleki- nesis ..." She broke off, resorting again to scientific terms. From the clinic she had stolen blood equipment and now she drew some of her own and properly sealed the vials. He smiled at her in a grim way. "You don't really love me," he said coldly. "Of course I do." "Can you love the truth more than mystery?" "What is the truth?" She approached him, put her hands on his face and looked into his eyes. "What do you remember way back, from the very beginning, from the time before humans came on the earth? You remember you talked of such things, of the world of the spirits and how the spirits had learned from humans. You spoke . . ." "I don't remember anything," he said blankly. He sat at the table reading over wh...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
- Spring '10