Perfectible Animals: A Post Apocalyptic Technothriller (EidoGenesis Book 1)

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ahead.”  
    Jan spent the next two hours covering all the details of the proposed takeover. Thankfully he didn’t mention anything about getting rid of Anthony and, by the end of the meeting, even he was looking happy about the possibility.
    “So, what do you think?” I said to Klaus as we filed out of the meeting room.  
    “It’s looking promising, Michael. Very promising,” Klaus said, putting his hand on my back.

C HAPTER T EN

    “YOU KNOW WHAT we should do?” I said to Annie that night when I got home, buoyed by the idea that we might finally have an investor in our project.  
    “What’s that?”
    “Take the weekend off.”
    It had been years since we had taken a vacation, and although we were still together, in the last few months our relationship had become uncomfortable, like ill-fitting clothes, and we often snapped at one another for irrelevant details. The scale — with our compatibilities on one side and our incompatibilities on the other — seemed to be tipping into the negative. I wondered what had changed, but all I could think of was Annie’s illness. In the last few months she’d seemed more lethargic than ever.  
    “I don’t know. We’re both so busy. I’m supposed to be doing vaccinations this weekend. Where would we go, anyway?”  
    “I read the other day about a converted cruise ship. Apparently it’s in the waters off the east coast and can be accessed by helicopter.”  
    “Not exactly my idea of a holiday destination.”  
    “No, but there aren’t many other options left. And we need a break, Annie. If this deal goes through I’m going to be flat out for months, and before that happens I’d like to spend a little more time with you.” I moved closer to her but she backed away.  
    “We spend plenty of time together,” she said, annoyed.  
    “Not doing anything nice, though.”
    “How much does it cost?”  
    “Let me check.”I did a search on the net and found the company’s site. “Here, check this out, they have a v-space tour.”  
    I sent the link across to Annie’s com and together we were taken on a virtual tour of a cruise ship that was the size of a small town. It had swimming pools, tennis courts, a shopping mall, restaurants, concert and theatre halls, and a floating reef off the side where you could scuba dive amongst tropical fish.
    “It does look very nice,” Annie said.  
    I talked to the virtual booking assistant and within a couple of minutes I’d booked us a suite.  
    The next day we took a taxi out to the airport, which was right on the edge of the regulated zone. From there we boarded a helicopter with six other couples, a group of three elderly ladies, and two businessmen, and began our ascent across the Dandenong ranges.  
    The Dandenongs, just outside of Melbourne, had once been covered with a spectacular forest, but now housed a cancerous growth of concrete and shipping container houses. It was here that Annie’s clinic was located and that the rebel forces threatening the city were apparently grouping.  
    Two hours later our helicopter swept out over the ocean and on the horizon I could see the huge floating fortress of the cruise ship.  
    We were soon aboard and checking in at the reception desk. We were only staying three days so hadn’t brought much luggage, but the porter insisted on carrying our small case anyway. Annie and I looked at one another as we were led along an interior walkway. Two stories down to our left was an indoor garden with palm trees and park benches and about six stories above us was a huge glass roof. On our right were the doors to the rooms, and about half way along the porter slipped a card in one of them and motioned us inside.  
    The room was just like a hotel room, with a king size bed, a small writing desk, some armchairs and a bathroom separated off by a glass screen. From the two round windows in the far wall you could see right out across to the horizon.
    “Here you are, sir and

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