“Remnants,” he said. There was a murmur of interest around the room. “The lost technology of something that was alive before we were even plankton in the sea. Those of you with neuromodifications, this is what made you who you are—or, for the kiddies here, your parents. This is what we’re looking for.” Surit frowned, taken aback. That might explain the secrecy around the mission.
