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still attached. He didn’t move. His feet darkened from settled blood right before their eyes.
    Malcolm reached to him. “He’s ice cold. What the hell.” And then Malcolm ran back out of the room.
    Nora supposed he was seeing who else needed help.
    She went into Five and the unit was dead. No lights, no blinking. No emptying of the fluid. The woman looked peaceful. Her hair flowed back and formed in the gel.
    It was disheartening and sad. She looked the name Farris and mentally conveyed an “I’m sorry,” to her.
    Figuring, she too needed to see who needed help, Nora left the room. She paused passing Room Seven.
    Malcolm was detaching the woman.
    “Malcolm?” Nora questioned.
    “She’s still warm. She’s not breathing, but she’s still warm.”
    Nora stayed only a moment, she realized Malcolm was going to try to revive her. The lifesaving technique wasn’t even a reaction to Nora. She felt deep inside her she didn’t have a clue on what to do.
    In the situation with Number Eleven, Nora knew there was nothing anyone could do. It was, out of all of them, the most horrific
    The name on the Genesis unit read Coyne. The woman was younger, possibly in her thirties. Her hair pulled back, the respirator had detached from her and was only a few inches from her mouth. Her skin wasn’t mummified, shriveled or gray, she was white, even her hair.
    The fluid did not drain. To Nora, that was a good thing. The Genesis unit was a see through coffin and the woman perfectly preserved. But the young woman’s remains were completely different than anyone else’s.
    The blue gel like fluid at the base of the unit had a swirling purple color. More than likely from settling blood. From between her slightly parted legs emerged an umbilical cord that floated upwards to the full term infant, curled in a fetal position infused in the gel right above her left thigh.
    Throughout the fluid in the Genesis were speckles of red and white.
    Seeing Miss Coyne caused an emotional and physical reaction in Nora. A wave of sadness blasted her, and physically she dropped to the floor.
    Nora wanted to scream. It was a mix of anger and anguish that swept over her. Stomach knotting and tensing, it took Nora all that she had not to vomit. Instead she cried. Unable to move, unable to go on. Nora stared at the poor young woman, and in an added state of confusion, she sobbed.

Ten – Countdown
     
    John found her. In the old cliché, that it was like a train wreck, Nora couldn’t turn from the science fiction Madonna in Genesis Unit Eleven.
    “Come with me,” John said, holding down his hand to Nora. “Jason and Malcolm are helping the ones that survived. I opened the door at the end of the hall. Let’s go explore.”
    Nora used his hand to stand and took one more look at the woman and child.
    “Makes you wonder how long we were in those things.” John said.
    “Yeah it does.”
    “A lot of thought and science went into this project, whatever it is. It’s sad to see it fail so miserably. And it did. People died. They weren’t supposed to.” At the door, John led Nora to the hall, shut off the light in Room eleven and slid the door closed.
    “How are the ones that made it?” Nora asked, walking with John.
    “Confused. I’m not really sure what they remember and what they don’t, I didn’t talk to them much. Here …” John handed her a small LED flashlight. “I got that from storage. It’s pretty dark on the other side of the door.”
    “How far did you go?”
    “I opened it and thought, I’m not doing this alone. I wasn’t scared, mind you. It’s just not something I want to do alone.” They walked further and arrived at the door. John turned on his light.
    “Do you think we’ll find answers?”
    “I want to say yes. But I don’t believe so. Not all. We are going to have to put it together. Ready?”
    “Yes.”
    John pushed on the bar of the door and it squealed as it opened.
    They stepped into complete blackness. John’s