... LYLA EXPERIENCES TRAUMATIC INJURIES!

Sam was working late, heads down in his code, when the shrill ring of his cellphone pierced through his concentration. His heart started racing and his palms got sweaty when he saw that a Seattle hospital was calling. “Oh God, please not Lyla!” he thought, as he shakily answered the call. Less than five minutes later he had grabbed his wallet and laptop and was speeding up Interstate 5, desperate to cut the three-hour journey down to two. Finally, as he sat next to Lyla, the creeping feeling of utter helplessness drove him to open his laptop and get back to work on the babybots malware. “Funny,” he thought aloud sarcastically, “while I’m desperately hoping that machines will keep my wife alive, I’m working on shutting down machines keeping other living beings alive.” His thoughts trailed on, “…but, technically, they are embryos, they haven’t actually lived yet…” This wasn’t helping his productivity, and he knew it. He put in his headphones, set the sound to a level that would drown out his pesky thoughts, and focused on the code. He was close, he could feel it!