Such meticulousness only served to highlight her importance.
She recalled the images Nathan Lockwood had once recorded with his Intelligent Brain.
Those young people, lying cold on the experimental beds.
'If they really succeeded,' Zoe Pierce thought, 'I'd probably be a little better off than them.'
After all, they couldn't afford to let her die.
If she died, where else would they find an Omega who could use spiritual power? Where else would they find a soul from Earth?
Only now could Zoe Pierce wonder if her unique spiritual power was a mutation resulting from the very nature of her existence.
Not even amnesia had managed to make her forget everything that had happened on Earth.
The breathing around her was tense, and Zoe Pierce could feel the oppressive weight of the atmosphere.
The idle chatter on the spaceship had ceased.
There were only curt commands and the sound of mechanical buttons being pressed.
