Chapter 14Omale Ivars Digris and his crèche-sibs Evars, Ovars, and Uvars plowed up a culvert across the rolling steppes under the command of their quint-lead, Avars. Two of his crèche-sibs were Ofem, but of such bulk no one ever knew which. He stood six-four but looked ten feet tall, as thick through as a bulldozer. His hands rivaled hams, his arms whole hogs. His feet were as big as elephants', his legs bridge pillars, his bones and muscles engineered for density, strength, and resilience. Another crèche crew of equivalent bulk and heft installed a pipeline a mile behind them in the culvert they were digging, both crews cloned from the same genome kept in zero-kelvin cryo.
The brawn-brain inverse correlation a myth, Ivars shoved a shovel as wide as his chest deep into the near-tundra soi
