“You what?”
The truck swerved; Oberon got a grip on himself. He could not believe what Nimson had just said.
“I—I did it,” the biologist stammered. “I caused everything—I murdered Levi.”
“Bullshit,” said Oberon.
“No. It’s all true.” The biologist gazed out his window, taking in the mountains. “I wanted to sabotage her project ... I wanted ... She was making too much progress, disproving all my theories! I had to do something ... So I formulated a plan—I guess that sounds pretty pathological—and put it into use. I ...” He laughed brusquely. “I called it: ‘The Nimson Experiment.’”
Oberon didn't say anything, just stared at him. The winding road had straightened somewhat; they were climbing now. On Nimson’s side of the truck, the land dropped away sharply. The view was staggering.
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