Hybrid spoke those last few words with powerful conviction. He sounded like he was letting Dean in on his darkest secret. It was like Hybrid had given Dean a glimpse into his soul, and Dean was not sure he liked it.
His shoulders starting to feel numb from John’s hold on his body, Dean nonetheless said, “You’re dying? Of what?”
Hybrid put a hand on the surface of his domed glass helmet as if he was trying to touch his face. “My own mistakes. Errors compounded by errors, multiplied over decades of lack of research and understanding. When my old biology professor told me that my scientific experiments would kill me one day, I didn’t think he was being quite so literal.”
“I-I don’t understand,” said Dean. “What experiments? What mistakes?”
Hybrid lowered his hand to his side. “Tell me, D
