You believe in dreams. Do you know what work on genetics did for me, Charles? It built me a prison and sent everyone I cared about into a cage. Some of them never made it there because they were given death. No grave, even. The world will only change when the next species has evolved and takes its rightful place.

He sits up, finding that even talking like this has caused his blood to pump frenetically. He reaches for a long-sleeved shirt, pulling it on so that he can pace the halls with some dignity.