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The [[tremble of her hand was nearly invisible]], but it was enough to make the needle break the embryo and [[ruin two days worth of work]].
"Damnit," Allison pounded her leg with her fist, and [[stood up in frustration.]]
[[She couldn't afford another mistake.]]
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Allison had been noticing the signs for a while. [[Something was wrong. |Intro]]
She had been working non-stop on her latest project. It was on the cutting edge, based on a science no one else [[believed in yet.|Intro]]
She had always been hard on herself. Sometimes she pushed too hard to the point you could call it [[self-destructive behavior.|Intro]]
[[Raised in Boston to a rich family]], she had to be careful. The techniques she was using would likely be seen as [[witchcraft by even the most advanced doctors and surgeons in 1873.]]
[[They didn't understand what she could do though.]] They didn't understand the [[science]] behind [[what she was doing.]]
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[[She couldn't explain exactly how she knew.]] She had dreams where she was visited by [[faceless voice]], and when she woke she couldn't remember what it sounded like. [[The only thing that came to mind is the letter M.]]
[[After each visit her knowledge grew]], until she was able to do things no one in 1873 had [[ever dreamed of.]]
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The next injection was successful, and she carefully transferred the sample to a glass vial and put in a cork stopper.
She put it next to the other 11 Vials, and labelled them.
[[Jacob #1]]
[[Pedro #2]]
[[William #3]]
[[Thomas #4]]
[[Gustaf #5]]
[[Vladmir #6]]
[[Richard #7]]
[[Alexander #8]]
[[Ivan #9]]
[[Marco #10]]
[[Sylvain #11]]
[[Henry #12]]
Allison held her hand out straight, and sighed with relief when she saw the [[tremble was gone.]]
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The Westmoors made a fortune importing weapons from [[Europe in the 1800s.|She couldn't afford another mistake.]]
"Medicine is much worse," she thought to herself, thinking of the horrors she had seen from the observation area. [[It was barbaric.|She couldn't afford another mistake.]]
She had surpassed all her classmates in school, however the sexism of that time held her back from her true goal: following in the footsteps of her hero, Charles Darwin. Darwin's theory of evolution had just become widely accepted as truth, and he inspired in Allison the desire to observe and record nature.
[[Allison wanted to become a scientist.|She couldn't afford another mistake.]]
Gene theory, or genetics, had yet to be fully pioneered. There was the idea of genetic inheritance, but the majority of work on genetics would be done [[after 1873.|She couldn't afford another mistake.]]
Her dreams had always been erratic, and she had been plagued with illnesses since she was a child. But in her waking moments, Allison was a finely-sharpened tool of ambition. [[She never stopped observing, learning.|what she was doing.]]
As hard as she tried to listen, Allison could never remember exactly what the voice sounded like. She could never recreate the moment in her head when she was being spoken to. [[It all drifted together and floated away...|what she was doing.]]
[[Or was it a W...|what she was doing.]]Somehow, the faceless voice in the dream was [[teaching her.|what she was doing.]]
[[Blind|ever dreamed of.]]
[[Asthma|ever dreamed of.]]
[[Genetic Disorder|ever dreamed of.]]
[[Missing Limb|ever dreamed of.]]
[[Brain Trauma|ever dreamed of.]]
[[Underdeveloped Central Nervous System|ever dreamed of.]]
[[Asthma|ever dreamed of.]]
[[Damaged Vocal Cords|ever dreamed of.]]
[[No issues|ever dreamed of.]]
[[Misformed Spinal Cord|ever dreamed of.]]
[[Underdeveloped Brain|ever dreamed of.]]
[[Chronic Pain|ever dreamed of.]]
"This might actually work." She whispered to herself as she shut the door. She locked the door, and started to whistle a tune as she climbed the ladder [[out of the bunker]].
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