I understood now what Dr. Lyle had meant when he’d said that without my help, he’d have committed great evil. He’d known what kind of man Kauffman was, but he’d still agreed to work for him because he’d needed the funding. He hadn’t truly realized what he was attempting, what it meant to create life. By the time he did understand what Kauffman intended to do with his work, it was too late. The eggs were already made. All he could do was run away and try to protect the creatures he’d created from the man he’d so foolishly sold them to. But then he’d died. He’d died alone, with no one even
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