“Your mothership’s A.I. released a virus?”
“Yes, secretly. All the talzan survivors and humans were infected months ago.”
“Not that kind of virus,” she said. “It kept our species whole, but added matched sequences to all our genomes.”
She put his hand to her waist. “Our species dominate or destroy those that aren’t our own. I think Mother reasoned that if we can procreate together, we can also coexist.”
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