“Not human anymore.”

“A different species, yes. The children of Homo sapiens. Homo lumens, maybe. Still capable of interbreeding, but the old style of human—they grow to be old, but they are never big. And they are never very smart. How can they compete? They are gone, Bean. Your people rule the world.”

“They wouldn’t be my people.”

“It’s good that you’re loyal to old humans like me. But you are something new, Bean. And if you have any children with my little key turned, no, they won’t be fast like what Volescu has designed, but they’ll be brilliant. Something new in the world. When they can talk to each other, instead of being alone like you, will you be able to keep up with them? Well, maybe yes, for you. But will I be able to keep up with them?”

Bean laughed bitterly. “Will Petra? That’s what you’re saying.”

“You had no parents to be humiliated when they found out that you were learning faster than they can teach.”

“Petra will love them just as much.”

“Yes, she will. But all her love won’t turn them human.”

“And here you told me that I’m definitely human. Not true after all.”

“Human in your loves, your hungers. In what makes you good and not evil. But in the speed of your life, the intellectual heights, are you not alone in this world?”

“Unless that virus is released.”

“How do you know it won’t still be released?” asked Anton. “How do you know he hasn’t already completed a batch and disseminated it? How do you know he didn’t infect himself and now he spreads it wherever he goes? In these past weeks since he got here, how many people in the Hegemony compound have had a cold? Sniffly nose, itchy penis, tender nipples—yes, he used that virus as his base, he has a sense of humor, an ugly kind.”

“I haven’t checked on the subtler symptoms, but we’ve had the normal number of colds.”

“Probably not,” said Anton. “He probably didn’t make himself a carrier. What would be the point? He wants other people to spread it.”

“You’re saying that it’s already out there.”

“Or he has a website that he has to check every week or every month. And then one month he doesn’t do it. So a signal is sent out to some of Achilles’s old network. The virus gets broken out and used. And all Volescu had to do to trigger it was…be a captive with no access to computers.”

“Was his research that complete? Could he have a working virus?”

“I don’t know. All his records were changed when he moved. When you sent him a message, you told me about that, yes? You sent him a message and he moved to Rwanda. Before that maybe he had an earlier version of the virus. Maybe not. Maybe this is the first time he put the changed human genes into the virus. If that’s the case, then no, it has not been released. But it could be. It’s ready. Ready enough. Maybe you caught him just in time.”