Sinfully Mastered by Serena Akeroyd

Author:Serena Akeroyd [Akeroyd, Serena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-06-09T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

I’ve always hated the labs. In a family of scientists, I’m a rarity. An artist. Had my IQ not been on par with Einstein’s and had I not won awards for my pieces from a young age, I doubt my parents would have tolerated me as much as they did. And they hadn’t tolerated me much at all.

If I say they spent eighteen hours a day here, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

Mom, the biologist, and Dad, the biochemist…their shared love for biology had been the courting phase of their relationship and the eugenics project, the actual foreplay. If they touched each other after my conception and birth, it would have been a shock. I don’t think I even remember my mother ever rubbing his neck or shoulders, and it was the same with father. They were the least tactile people I’ve ever met, and living with the Brainy Bunch, I’ve known some awkward folks.

The labs were more their home than the homestead was. They even had cots in their offices to sleep on. And I’m not talking crappy camping cots, but beds. When I was really young, they’d eat their meals with me. I think to instill the importance of proper nutrition into their daughter. After time, they shoved me on to the housekeeper, Bitch Brownley as I used to call her, and left me to the staff. I only ever came to the labs to be punished or lectured. Why do you think I hate them?

Not that they’re like they used to be.

Every year, we spend millions on updating the equipment, improving security, upgrading the facilities. It’s one of the costliest parts of the commune but one of the most lucrative. At this very moment, we have government contracts in play. Defense contracts for bio-weaponry and all kinds of crazy shit that would terrify me if I were a civilian. As it is, I’m fucking used to all the James Bond stuff. Very little surprises or frightens me where this lab is concerned.

In fact, it isn’t the science that is a cause for concern, but the scientists. It’s easy to lose yourself here, tucked away in Montana, cosseted by the commune and protected from harm. It’s easy to lose your morals. And I don’t mean in a ‘having an affair’ kind of way. Nothing so trite. I mean the simple act of forgetting your humanity. That, more than anything, is terrifying.

What do I mean by that? Well, let me give you an example.

It has come to my attention—yet another thing Uncle Sam has hidden from me—that we have a problem with four of the same sex couples who live at Blue Ridge.

Now, everyone is welcome here so long as their genius is proven. Black, white, gay, straight, rich, poor, man, woman. We don’t give a damn. The only prejudice on this commune revolves around intelligence, and we can be a mean bunch. Even the older folk, the people from an older generation, they don’t really care which hole is filled or what’s doing the stuffing.

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