Hadley had stopped counting the days. Like every other day, she woke up on the King-sized bed to the voice of Barret Fisher, telling her how they'd drawn blood from her, that she had everything she needed in the suite and that her baby was okay. Except that this time, the voice wasn't the staticky, dismembered sound from the intercom.

Hadley jolted from the bed and stared at the dark-skinned, silver-haired, blue-eyed man standing at the doorway of her room. Her heart wrestled to break up and out of her throat, and it took a lot to try and stay calm. She slowly slipped off the bed, her belly now full and round. It was the first time she wondered just how long she had been living this nightmare. The baby kicked, likely concerned at her mother's mood. For so long, Hadley had only had her daughter to talk to. It was disconcerting having another person in their space, especially him, the one causing their strife.

"Hello, Hadley," his voice was deceptively kind.

Hadley wasn't buying it. "Are you here to finally kill me?"

He laughed. It was a full belly laugh, loud and happy and genuine. He laughed until tears fell from his eyes. Hadley hated the sound.

She hadn't imagined he would be at arm's length, close enough to kill. Hadn't prepared for it. She balled her fist, frustrated by how hopeless she suddenly felt.

"I have something for you," he said, still smiling wide.

Hadley stayed silent.

He walked away from the doorway and toward the living room. Warily, Hadley followed. On the table was a square of colourful cardboard and meaningless trinkets organised around its edges.

"It's called a 'board game'," he explained.

"A game?" Hadley scoffed.

"Yes," his voice was steady. Patient. Light. "I thought you might want to do something different today."

"Like play a game with you?" she asked, incredulously.

"We can talk while we play," he offered.

"Why don't we just talk?"

"Only if we play," he insisted. "Or I can just leave."

Hadley squeezed her balled fist tighter, her nails biting into her palm. She'd been alone for days! No, weeks! Months? The length of time didn't matter. What mattered was that she was yet to find a way to escape this space and she was going out of her mind in the solitude, the loneliness eating her alive. Even though she loathed him with every part of her being, she desperately grabbed at the chance to have a conversation with another living being. She was starved for companionship, and it was his fault, but she couldn't help engaging.

"I don't know how to play," she said pointing to the game.

"You'll find that the rules for Chutes and Ladders are as simple as can be," he said.

What she wouldn't give to slap that shit-eating grin off his face – the one feature that convinced Hadley he really was Anette's father too. Instead, Hadley sat opposite from him and listened as he laid out the rules of the boardgame. He was right. The game was simple. What he hadn't told her was that it was also fun. At the end of it, as she moved her piece to win the whole game for the second time in a row, they were laughing hysterically.

He left a few minutes after that, and Hadley spent the remainder of the day berating and hating herself for having loved spending those few hours with him. She vowed never to let her guard down like that, ever again.

And yet, when he came back a few days later with a new board game, she played that one too, and loved it.

And she loved every other boardgame he brought over the next five times he returned.

She began looking forward to their time together, especially as it went past boardgames and included cooking together or watching comedy movies in the mini cinema.

"This game is much harder than the others," Hadley said, contemplating her next move. She moved one of the little plastic pucks diagonally across the board.

He'd been coming over every day now for a few days.

"Wait until I teach you how to play chess," he replied, making his own move, and taking three of her pieces off the board. "It'll make checkers feel like child's play."

Hadley sat back in the chair and narrowed her eyes at him.

"Why are you here, Barret? Why do you keep coming?" she'd wanted to ask this for days now but had been afraid that it would scare him away and she'd be alone again. But now, she was truly curious. "Why the games, the pizzas, the movies? What does this do for you? Is it just another way to torture me?"

He looked hurt.

"Torture you? Never," he said, sighing. "I know what the Wildlings think of me. And I don't even want to think about what your mother told you about me. But I wanted to give you a chance to know the real me yourself."

"By imprisoning me in a fancy cage and playing games?"

He chuckled. "You can tell a lot about how a person lives from how they play."

"I already know enough about you," Hadley said. "You're not above bleeding your daughter close to the edge of death to enable the functioning of a slave ship that you've deluded yourself into thinking is the salvation of humankind. And when I think about what you've done to the vampires who will man that ship through the stars? I don't even know where to begin with that."

"This planet is poisoned, Hadley. And it continues to poison us every day. Even you." he said, calmly. "As you can imagine, I've closely studied your cells, and they too are filled with toxins created by our ancestors, toxins we call forever chemicals. Your unborn child's cells display these chemicals as well. Even after more than two hundred years, these poisons are in the air we breathe and the water we drink to survive."

He stood up, grabbed their empty teacups, and walked to the kitchen sink to wash them.

"It might not seem important to you," he turned around and looked at Hadley as he wiped his hands on a tea towel and carefully hang it back up. "You were born in a Barn. Privy to the most sophisticated medical technology currently on the planet. They modified your genes before you were born and made sure you were born perfect. But you've lived with the Wildlings. You've seen the truth beyond your Barn walls. Carcinogenicity, chronic toxicity, genotoxicity, developmental toxicity... all from microplastics that pollute the planet from long before the Human Error!"

Hadley's thoughts went to Brielle telling her about the Wedding ceremony. How important it was to pair up the ideal man and woman so that their children were born healthy and in large numbers. That was crucial to the Wildlings. One of their purposes. She remembered Chasina saying she was jealous of Hadely's pregnancy because she'd been trying for years. And Axel wasn't the only Wildling she'd met with a congenital disability due to environmental genotoxins.

Was the planet really killing off all humans?

"That is our inheritance, Hadley. An unholy mess left for us to clean up. And I don't think it's fair on any of us to suffer the actions of our callous predecessors!" he continued. "Maynard and his fanatics insisting that it is, that we are the ones to sacrifice our lifetimes, that we should bear the brunt so that our children don't have to and use fungi to clean the planet for those who come after us is foolish, especially when there is a clear alternative to this suffering. Don't we deserve our own clean planet and the chance to prove how much better we are than those who came before us?"

He finished washing their teacups, wiped his hands on a towel and sat back down across from Hadley.

"The hybrid vampire you talked about?" Hadley asked. She couldn't see where that fit with everything she knew so far. "How did you capture them?"

Barret rubbed at his beard for a moment, his eyes gazing into the corner of the room.

"Before challenging the leadership of the Wildling Council, I secretly sought out the help of a vampire to modify my blood so that I couldn't be turned by a vampire. As a Fisher, I already had our legacy to lean on as a way to convince the Wildlings to follow me, rather than Maynard, but imagine just how much more powerful I could be if I could prove that I couldn't be turned!" Barret explained, the pitch of his voice rising ever so slightly. Then he became serious. "Unfortunately, the whole thing went wrong, and the vampire duped me, but she had changed my blood sufficiently to make me different enough to challenge the Wilding Council, thanks to the side effects from the experiments."

Hadley had so many questions! But she started with the one that she was most curious about.

"Side effects?" she asked.

"I wasn't born with these eyes, although I did pass them on to you and your mother." he said. Then he smiled. "You wear them so much better than I ever would."

Uriko's voice played in Hadley's mind.

"Look at her eyes! It's how we all know exactly who she is. Just like her mother, she is definitely one of Barret Fisher's experiments!"

"You experimented on my mother," Hadley whispered.

"But my experiments didn't work, except to give your mother my eyes. Her blood wasn't changed like mine was." he replied with a nonchalant shrug. "Like I said, the vampire duped me. My blood worked to resist a vampire's turn, but only if I died in the process and worse yet, I couldn't pass the trait to others, which made it useless because I wanted to have the power to give others that ability too, and I couldn't continue my experiments on your mother because she attacked me and then, when she thought I was dead, she killed herself. Or so I thought. But you have to believe me when I say that I didn't know she was pregnant! If I did..."

Hadley didn't care for him to finish that thought because she knew him well enough to know that his regret wasn't that he might have hurt her, but that he didn't get a chance to do more to her in her unborn form.

She cut him off.

"You didn't just want a Wildling army to help you take over the vampire Enclaves and wield their resources," Hadley said, horrified at what she extrapolated from his words. "You wanted the Wildlings to see you as better than human and beyond the reach of vampires, and with the power to grant these abilities to others. That way, when you asked them to join you in the spacecraft, they would gladly do so as part of their devotion to you."

"They would have worshipped me as their god!" he said, eerily animated. Then he gazed at her with unabashed pride. "You've figured it out much faster than anyone else. Definitely much faster than your mother or sister or the idiots who make up the Wildling Council."

Hadley didn't know what to say to that.

"You call it a slave ship, but it has only taken up this configuration because that vampire scientist duped me, the Wildling Council went on a campaign to destroy my reputation and your mother made an attempt on my life! They all forced my hand! There was no other way I could get all these people I've gathered here together to understand the chance that I was offering." He said, getting agitated. "This is a free ticket to an untouched planet, Hadley. Pristine. A place to start over again – the right way this time. To learn from our mistakes on Earth and teach the lessons to our children..."

He paused, his eyes falling on Hadley's belly.

"...our grandchildren."

Hadley stood up. The look on her face was hard.

"The end doesn't always justify the means," Hadley said. "Those humans living before the Human Error, polluting the world to no end, probably thought it did too. Thought that destroying the planet was just a small price to pay for whatever it was they were so desperately trying to achieve. You're doing the same thing. You're irrevocably destroying the Wildling community by taking their loved ones. And you're turning sentient vampires with goals and dreams and people they love into lifeless puppets for your personal use. All for your end goal. What's the difference between you and our ancestors?"

Hadley crossed her arms and backed away further from him.

"And what about imprisoning me?" she motioned around her. "How is any of this okay? How do you justify what you're doing to me? To your grandchild?"

Fisher stood and smiled, excitement colouring his face.

"There are sometimes when logic and science isn't enough, Hadley, and faith is usually the missing link," he said. "I fully understand your trepidation. In fact, I was ready to give this all up! The window to leave is only a few days away and I couldn't risk it with the stasis serum we had. And to make matters worse, my hybrid vampire escaped, and vampire dogs appeared not much later. Everything was going to shit. But then you showed up. My daughter. An impossibility because my wife had been dead for decades. Yet, there you were. And with blood that is perfectly balanced to correct the serum's formula."

He walked forward as if to touch her, but Hadley backed away again. He stopped.

"Don't you see, Hadley? I have no need to justify ends or means. Being born a Fisher, finding this place right before its self-destruct code was triggered by the death of its last inhabitant, that vampire scientist's betrayal that changed me, capturing the hybrid Venom vampire just before your mother almost killed me, joining the Scavengers and now your presence here with me... None of this is coincidence. This is bigger than us both." he stood up straight, hands on his side as he stopped trying to reach for her. "You believe I will treat this populace as slaves in the New Planet. Well, here's my offer: come with me. Be their leader alongside me. Make sure that none of them are ever mistreated as your people."

Hadley silently mulled over the offer. This wasn't what she'd been expecting. A tornado of thoughts wracked her mind like sharp debris. She hated everything that Barret Fisher had done and how he'd done it, but there was one glaring aspect of it, a blatant truth, that Hadley couldn't ignore. He was offering her a chance at a new, safe home for her and her daughter away from the influence of vampires, Wildlings, and the toxic effect of eternal pollution. And her friends would be there too – Billy, Crystal, Jael, Brielle, Kade...

Jamila.

Was she really considering this?

"I'll let you think about it," Barret finally said, gathering the board game pieces and packing them to go. "You can tell me what you've decided next time I visit."

He smiled and left.

*

The next time Hadley woke up, she wasn't under the warm, thick fluffy covers in the soft king-sized bed she'd become accustomed to. There was no announcement of her blood having been taken and the assurance that her baby was okay. And there were no boardgames to be played, movies to be watched or funny homemade pizza recipes to come up with. Instead, Hadley was on a thin mattress on a steel platform, and she might as well have been sleeping on the floor. The steel platform was bolted to the ground and was inside a cage, also bolted to the ground. The cage was inside a room. A laboratory, given the countertops and equipment in the room beyond the cage, but it was smaller than the one Barret Fisher had shown her on her first day here. Grungier too.

"Welcome back to the land of the living."

Hadley head snapped to the voice. Anette. Hadley's sister – half sister – was concentrating on mixing liquids in a glass vial, her back towards Hadley.

"You can use the bucket in the right corner." Anette continued.

"What?" Hadley asked.

Anette swivelled around in her stool around to face her. "That's your morning routine, isn't it? You pee, then you shower. You can pee in the bucket in the right corner. Then use the bucket in the left for a wipe-down shower. Try to remember that. It won't be any fun mixing the two."

"What is this?" Hadley demanded, ignoring her bursting bladder. "What am I doing here?"

Anette swept her hand over the lab space.

"This, dearest sister, is the final frontier in human genetics." Anette proudly announced. "And you have the front row seat to humanity's ultimate evolution."

Hadley, not able to hold it in any longer, waddled to the bucket in the right corner, hovered over it and peed, the trickle landing softly on a cushion of sawdust. She cussed. This just had to be one of those mornings her body wanted to do more than pee. There was a small sack of slightly moist sawdust next to the bucket. She piled a thick layer of the sawdust over everything, dulling the stench.

"I want to talk to Barret Fisher." Hadley demanded.

"Daddy is..." Anette swivelled back around to face her glass flasks and vials, then stretched, cracking her neck as she did. "...a little indisposed at the moment."

Something was wrong. Hadley could feel it. But she didn't want to give Anette the satisfaction of seeing her nervous, let alone afraid.

"Is this how he thinks he'll convince me to join him?" Hadley asked, hoping she sounded belligerent enough.

Anette laughed, but it was humourless. "Right. That."

She said nothing else, staying silent for far too long. Her back was to Hadley, but she wasn't doing anything. She was just frozen, her head bent down, boring a hole into her lab desk with her gaze. She suddenly lifted her head up and swivelled her chair to face Hadley.

"Yeah," Anette drawled, pulling the word out and ending in a smile of feigned sympathy. "That offer from dad about you being the Queen of the New Planet? That's not going to happen."

Hadley sighed and crossed her arms tight against her chest.

"Why am I here, Anette?"

Anette got serious. "You're a Barn Medic. One of the best, is what your friends tell me. That's the only reason why you're here. If I had a choice, you wouldn't be here. You wouldn't be anywhere. But I need your help. I need those Medic skills."

Hadley waited, slowly dropping her hands to the side. There was more.

"You see, I can tell the vampire Drones exactly what to do and how to do it," Anette said, standing up and walking to the cage. "But that works only when I'm conscious."

Drones.

Is that what they called the vampire puppets?

How fitting.

"Only when you're conscious?" Hadley asked, genuinely curious.

"What I'm embarking on here, Hadley, is bigger than anything that's ever been tried before. Like I said, the final frontier," Anette said, coming right up to the bars of Hadley's cage. "You don't deserve this honour, but I'm going to let you have it anyway. I'm going to let you help me."

Hadley glared at her.

Anette would never just assume that Hadley would voluntarily help her.

"You're wracking your brains right now, wondering why I'd be so sure you'll help me," Anette said, cocking her head. "That's good. It means that you know I have the upper hand here. That I've won. That I'll keep on winning. Not you. Me."

Keep on winning?

Winning what?

"Tristan, Cruto, please come in," Anette said.

The vampires walked in, their eyes staring forward into space, emotionless. Anette walked to the door of Hadley's cage and unlocked it, swinging it open.

"Please grab Hadley and cut that child out of her."

It happened so fast! One second, Hadley was standing at the far end of the cage then her hands were suddenly being held against the wall by Tristan, with Cruto standing in front of her, his nails carving a line above Hadley's belly. It took Hadley a few seconds to realise that she was the one screaming her lungs out in pain!

"Cruto, stop!" Anette ordered. The vampire froze, its nails still inside Hadley's torso as she whimpered and squirmed in Tristan's steely hold. "Take your claws out and leave her alone. You too, Tristan."

The vampires obliged, leaving Hadley to drop to the cage floor, holding her insides in as she healed. Fully fed and well rested, Hadley was, thankfully, healing fast. She couldn't stop the sobs from escaping.

"You see, Hadley, you're thirty weeks pregnant. That's old enough for your child to survive outside of your womb in an incubator." Anette said.

Hadley didn't know what an incubator was, but she knew that thirty weeks was much too early to birth a child. She also knew that, even after watching Kiara give birth on the forest floor and coming to terms with the lies about Conception Day, this was no way to bring a child into this world!

"If you choose not to help me," Anette continued. "Then the next time you wake up you'll find yourself in a teeny, tiny stone cell, alone in the most complete sense of the word. And I will let you rot there, plagued by nightmares of your child under my care."

This woman had kept Hadley sedated for weeks, harvesting her blood in a random underground clinic, then had caused Hadley's imprisonment by the Wildling Council, even though she knew Hadley was innocent of the crime that she herself was guilty of. And she had played on Hadley's weakness and bald face lied so Hadley would leave The Architects and come here, knowing what their father had planned to do all along. And now, this thing with Tristan and Cruto...

"Just to cover all my bases, I do have one more lovely surprise for you," Anette continued in an eerily phoney jovial tone before turning away to stare at a tiny tablet screen.

She scrolled through a few camera feeds then stopped and showed the screen to Hadley. Still on the ground, recovering from the assault, Hadley punched the cage floor when she saw the image. Anette laughed, but there was no humour or levity in the hollow sound.

"Golden eyes, golden skin, and golden blood. It's a rare combination. But you're just a fucking magnet for rarities, aren't you, Hadley?" Rage and exasperation coloured her voice as she nearly screamed the words. "Both a hybrid Venom vampire and her? Come on! That's just showing off, you bitch!"

Anette took a moment to calm herself down, wiping the spittle from the corner of her mouth and whipping the screen away to keep scrolling in privacy.

"Now, I don't have the hybrid – yet," Anette continued, her metered voice much more of a concern than her screams when she was flying off the handle. "But I did convince daddy dearest not to pack up your golden treasure into a pod, so I could have my way with her."

Hadley punched the ground again and glared at Anette.

This woman had to die!

Hadley had never been as certain of anything in her life as she was of this fact.

"You know what? I have never had a more dedicated Scavenger soldier than Jamila. In the last few months that I've trained her, she's easily tripled my abduction numbers without breaking a sweat – which made daddy extra happy as a bonus! I even made her a training captain." Anette turned away from the screen to face Hadley again, her eyes drawn to Hadley's clenched fists. She grinned. "It was all too easy once I convinced her she was avenging your death and that I would help her birth a child, just like I promised her at The Caves. She wants a child more than anything, you know, and I didn't lie when I said I would give her that – if she stays alive. You get to decide that last part."

Hadley punched the ground again, this time, hard enough to break a knuckle.

Anette's grin widened.

"The thing is, I have my two favourite vampire Drones under orders to kill her. All they have to do is to come find me for a confirmation of the order at the end of the day before they murder her. If they don't find me, or if I stay silent, they are to take that as confirmation of the kill order, after which they are to come down here, rip that child out of you and make you watch as they take it away." Anette's smile got even wider. "You understand, don't you, Hadley? At the end of the day, every day, Tristan and Cruto will come find me to confirm the kill order, and I'll tell them, 'tomorrow'. Then they'll come back at the end of the next day for the confirmation, and I'll tell them the same thing, 'tomorrow'. If you want me to keep saying 'tomorrow', Hadley, you'll help me. You'll keep me alive."

As if on cue, Tristan and Cruto walked up to Anette from where they had been standing at ease in a corner of the laboratory. When they reached Anette, they stood still, hands behind their back, feet at ease, backs ramrod straight, their lifeless eyes looking through her, not at her. Waiting. Anette stayed silent, her eyes never leaving Hadley's. The silence stretched on for what seemed like forever. Finally, the vampires turned to leave, moving as one. Just as they were about to walk out of the lab door, Anette called out to them.

"Tristan! Cruto! Wait!" Annete finally called out.

The vampires froze in mid step, their backs still towards Hadley and Anette.

"Tomorrow!" she said, the word heavy with authority.

Still frozen in that ridiculous pose, they each gave a curt nod before they walked back to the corner of the lab where they'd been standing before.

"See," Anette said, turning back to Hadley. "Easy."

Hadley's heart hammered her chest, the pain radiating down her arms and up her neck. She hoped against all hope that her face was stoic, but there was no way she could keep the blinding rage and despair from showing.

Anette soaked it all in with unbridled, irrepressible joy on her face.

"A little over the top, isn't it?" Anette chuckled. Then she got extremely serious. "But you've escaped a Barn, you escaped the Disemboweller, you escaped The Caves' underground prison, you survived an attack by that psychopath Sleritu, an army of vampire dogs and my Scavengers, and The Architects adore you! I'm not taking any chances, Hadley. This is my turn to shine. Mine! Not yours! Mine!"

Hadley had no idea what the woman was foaming at the mouth about, but she couldn't keep her face from falling as she forlornly got back to her feet, fully healed from the vampires' assault. Anette's eyes shone at the look on Hadley's face.

"Yes! Yes! You're starting to get it! Thank you!" Anette announced with a satisfied clap. "Now that we're on the same page, let's get you started on the classes."

"Classes?" the word was out of Hadley's mouth before she'd even thought of speaking. Despite the mushrooming rage and hate and despair pressing against her chest and making it hard to breathe or see or feel anything else, she was desperate to know exactly why Anette was putting her through this.

"You're going to be the best student I've ever had, Hadley! You better be ready!"

*

The next few weeks were arduous, exhilarating, intriguing, gruelling and exhausting. Hadley learnt more about the human body than she had ever thought possible. She didn't just get further clarification on the process of impregnation – Anette taught her everything! Things that Hadley had wished she'd known from the beginning. Things that bred in her a deep contempt for the vampires in charge of the Compounds for obscuring it all in a thick sheet of ignorance. This new knowledge showed her just how powerful humans could be. Just how extraordinary the power of human creativity and imagination was and how completely it could change the world!

Hadley also learnt that, for all their strength, abilities and immortality, vampires could only mimic and follow instruction.

Imagination and creativity were only a necessity to those who faced the limits of mortality!

Hadley now understood why Anette was forced into this arrangement despite an army of drones.

Vampires couldn't create.

And she didn't have any other friends.

Every day ended with a test that Hadley had to get right before Tristan and Cruto would carry out the kill order, or before she passed out from exhaustion. Sometimes the tests were theoretical. Sometimes they weren't. Anette didn't just expound on knowledge about the human body. She began teaching Hadley about cyborg enhancement. According to Anette, the spaceship wasn't made using only materials found on Earth. Hadley learnt about spaceships that had landed on Earth centuries before the Human Error, their technology acquired by secret organisations all over the world, and eventually by the trillionaire who built this complex.

And now Anette had remade some of those extraterrestrial materials into a skeletal frame to replace her own. That procedure was the main subject of Hadley's tests. She had to learn everything about how to transplant Anette's skeletal frame and how to save her if anything failed. But, because Anette was a paranoid bitch and rightly so, Hadley wouldn't be performing the procedure herself. She would be instructing a group of vampire drones while in her cage, watching it all happen on a collection of monitors. It meant being extra clear on the procedures to make certain no mistakes were made. Her instincts wouldn't be enough. Her knowledge had to be thorough.

Hadley embraced the challenge!

Ironically, this was the first time she'd ever felt a sense of pure, unadulterated purpose.

And she thrived on the feeling!

"I didn't think you'd be enjoying this as much as you are." Anette commented, almost upset.

Hadley turned away from her work to look up at Anette over several stacks of books. The cage was overflowing with them – books, papers, sticky notes, pens, pencils, drawings pinned on wooden boards against the bars. Hadley stayed silent, her eyes hard. She might have been happy to learn everything that she was, but she was only three minutes away from losing Jamila and her daughter to the vampire assassins and she didn't have a solution to the latest test. She went back to her books.

"Tomorrow." Anette said.

Hadley looked back up in time to see Tristan and Cruto nod and walk back to the corner. Seeing them reduced to mindless drones hurt more than she could have imagined, but it was a comfort to know they were in here with her because it meant they weren't out there tearing Jamila apart.

"I didn't complete the test." Hadley said.

"In the last four weeks, you've learnt and done more than I could have ever thought possible, Hadley." Anette replied. "You're ready."

Anette walked towards the lab door and turned before she left. "Besides, that was a trick test. There is no solution."

Hadley stood up and heaved the book she'd been poring over against the wall, breaking the hard cover spine! She wanted to be angrier, but instead, she huffed, waddled over to the steel platform that held her bed and landed heavily on the thin mattress, now thinner as her heavy mass had made a dent in it. She rubbed her enormous belly sticking out from under her T-shirt. It was getting uncomfortable now, this close to the end. She wanted to talk to her daughter. Assure her everything was okay, even though she was certain it would be a lie if she did, but she wouldn't do it with Anette present.

"I need to rest." Hadley said, grimacing as she tried to get comfortable on her cot.

"No rest for the weary, Hadley." Anette said from the door. "We proceed tonight."

"I need to rest, Anette! I'm burnt out!"

"In less than twenty-four hours, Jamila will be dead, and your baby will be gone because, in less than an hour, I will have myself ready for surgery and under general anaesthetic, like we discussed, and I won't be there to rescind the kill order." Anette said. "That's your timeline. Do with it what you want."