Illyse woke up early Monday morning. Her short light brown hair was sticking up in all directions. The silk nightgown she wore was tangled around her legs and stuck to her sweaty body.

       Slaping her alarm clock to quiet, she made her way to the over sized bathroom. 

      As a fourth generation Genocide, her apartment was fitted with the latest security system on earth. It included biosensors on each door. If an unrecognized DNA was detected it would lock the doors around the intruder traping them for the proper authorities. since death sentences were given out like free candy these days anyone stupid enought to enter her living quarters got what they deserved.

     After her shower she donned a white pant suit, grabed her briefcase, comunicom, puse, set her biosensor detectors and left the comfort of her home for the luxury of her lab.

     In the transport she set her navigation and settled in for the ride. She thought of her brothers and sister. As the youngest of six she had her fair amount of ridicule and judgement. While all of her siblings were Genocides she was the only one of them that held the most information on her ancestors work. She knew the ins and outs of the program, ran the lab of research along with her favorite cousin Maggie. She made sure all of the security was intact and inpenetrable. She even made sure the house keeping robots did their jobs in sanitizing and destroying evidence of their projects. Her sister Deana was a stay at home mom who only made it to the lab to "keep up appearances" no more than four times a year. Her twin brothers Ed and Chaff worked in the accounting department managing the finances of the lab and reasearch. Her oldest brother Marco thought he was above it all and decided hed keep his part of his  inheritance and save the research for his children to deal with. And last but certainly not least was Dan. his larger than life attitude was welcome at the lab but he used his brain to teach science at a collegate level in Stangfront 2 hours away. leaving her to run the lab and all the essentials that were needed to make it successfull.

     As she arrived to the gated entrace to the lab she quickly entered her passwords, retinal scan, fingerprints, DNA sample and voice detection to the small box that kept security. as the gate swung open the transport guided smoothly to the wide set double doors where her assistant Janice waited.

      Janice was and elderly cousin of hers that had given her life to the lab and decided not to mother children or keep the traditional Genocide make up of brown hair green eyes and tall statesque build. her unruly red hair was pulled back into a thick green headband surrounding a round kind face with bright blue eyes and thin lips that were turned into a frown.

     " Whats wrong, Jan?" Illyse asked and the took further notice of the woman.

     Jan wrung her hands in a nervous habbit that she had devoloped when she went againgst her DNA and changed herself. She didnt answer right away but took her time to pronounce every syllable of the word she uttered.

     "The lab has been robbed....."