The Atlantis Plague (The Origin Mystery, #2)(87)

“Correct it?”

“Yes. Seventy thousand years ago, when I introduced the Atlantis Gene, the human genome wasn’t ready for it.”

“I don’t understand.”

“The Atlantis Gene is extremely sophisticated. It’s a sort of survival and communications gene.”

“Communications… Our shared dreams?”

“Yes. That’s how we were able to access it—to communicate subconsciously via subatomic particles, radiation, passed between our brains. It began when you were in northern Morocco and I was in southern Spain. It’s because we both have the Atlantis Gene and we’re linked. Humans won’t be able to use ‘the link’ for thousands of years. I gave humans the Atlantis Gene so they could survive. The survival aspects were the only goal. But it spun out of control.”

“What?”

“The humans, the experiment. We had to make periodic genetic modifications—changes to the Atlantis Gene.” She nodded to herself. “We used gene therapy retroviruses to make the modifications—yes, that’s it: the endogenous retroviruses in the human genome, that’s what they are—fossils from past gene therapies we gave the humans, the incremental updates.”

“I still don’t understand, Kate.”

“Martin had it right. It’s incredible. He was a genius.”

“I—”

“Martin’s chronology of Atlantis Gene modifications—they don’t stop at twelve thousand five hundred years ago.”

“Right…”

“His ‘missing delta’ and ‘Atlantis Falls’ refers to the destruction of our ship and my science team’s demise. The end of our changes in the human genome.”

“So that means—”

“The changes went on. Someone else has been interfering with human evolution. Your theory was right. There are two factions.”





Dorian closed his eyes. He could never sleep before battle. They were only hours from Isla de Alborán, from capturing Kate and taking her to Ares. When he freed the Atlantean he would finally discover what he truly was, who he was. He felt nervous. What would he learn?

Dorian tried to picture Ares in his mind’s eye. Yes, he was there, staring back at him, a warped image reflecting off the curve of glass—an empty tube.

Dorian stepped back. A dozen tubes spread out in a semi-circle. Four held primates, or humans. It was hard to tell.

The doors behind him opened with a hiss.

“You should have never come here!”

Dorian knew the voice, but he could hardly believe it. He turned slowly.

Kate stood before him. She wore a suit that was similar to his, but different. His was a uniform. Hers was more like the coveralls of someone working in a sterile research facility.

Kate’s eyes grew wide when she saw the tubes. “You have no right to take them—”

“I’m protecting them.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“You put them at risk. You gave them part of our genome. You underestimate our enemy’s hatred. They will hunt every last one of us.”

“Which is why you should never have come—”

“You are the last of my people. And so are they.”

“I only treated one subspecies,” Kate said.

“Yes. I realized that when I took the samples. That species will never be safe now. You need my help.”





CHAPTER 73


Somewhere near Isla de Alborán

Mediterranean Sea


Kate went to the sink and washed her face, as if doing so could clear away the cobwebs in her mind and help her remember. She felt like the answers, the whole truth—all of it—was there in the recesses of her mind, just out of reach.

When she returned, David was waiting for her in the stateroom, his body armor on, that “ready for war” expression on his face that she knew by instinct now.

“How do you know there are two Atlantean factions?”

“I just know it. And the ships. Martin had it right. They’re from two different groups.”

“There are miles of tubes in Antarctica. What do they hold? More scientists? Soldiers? An army?”

Kate closed her eyes and rubbed her eyelids. It was all a jumble, yet the answers were there. “I… can’t remember. I don’t think they’re explorers.”

“Soldiers, then.”

“No. Maybe. Just give me some time. It’s like my whole brain is burning.”

David sat on the bed and put his arm around her. They sat in silence for a few minutes. Finally he said, “We’ll make landfall in less than an hour. We have to make a guess about the killer.”

Kate nodded.

“My suspects are Shaw and Chang, in that order,” he said.

“Let’s work backwards here,” Kate said. “Let’s start with motive. Who would want to kill Martin—why would any of them want to kill him?”

“Martin was close to a cure—we know that from his notes.”

“So anyone who wanted to prevent him from finding a cure—they should be our chief suspect,” Kate said. “It’s clear to me that Chang and Janus want to find a cure. That rules them out for me. We know preventing a cure is priority number one for the Immari. There’s only one person on this boat who was a loyal Immari soldier when this all began. Kamau.”