-----"Can I call you?", your email says. I think for a few minutes, and then burn my boats. "I'm sorry. Would you be hurt if I said no?" I spin some t...le about security, paranoia and broken rules, but in truth I'm ashamed to let you hear my voice, which is way too low.-----The queue at the ticket-office is long and slow-moving. The vaulted ceiling of the tall foyer amplifies sound, but no one is talking -- only the click of heels on the marble floor as another theatre-goer leaves the desk and. They were getting warmer--hot, even. And there was a wetness. A wetness she hadn't felt since... she didn't want to think about that.Nellie felt a warmth throughout her body somehow different from the shame. She became keenly aware of every inch of her skin, especially on her breasts, bottom, and privates. She was looking down in shame and confusion, so it came as a shock when she felt Charlie's hand on her bare backside. She jumped and pushed his hand away."Now Nellie," he chided "You know. "Men will die. All of them." The window to my right popped open. Then a door beyond that window opened. Considering how far I was from the room, I could only see the contents from my direct line of sight. What I saw wasn't good. It looked like a large test tube capped at the top. Inside the tube was a man. Chains held him up by his wrists over his head. His head was slumped forward, dark dirty red hair hung limp from his scalp. I couldn't see his face, but that built body was familiar. There. Here, he and many others are allowed to use science to its fullest potential, to fabricate greatness regardless of the ethic conundrums that hold back human-made advancement everywhere else. At first, he had been ecstatic to be here, the opportunity beyond his wildest dreams. But with time and observation, Scott has noticed things that increasingly kept him awake at night. Project teams could be dismantled from one day to the next over failing or insufficient advancements. Notably, team leaders.