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Inside the glass walls of her new lab at Site B, deep under the earth, Sarah disabled the mouse on the all-in-one computer monitor and donned an eyepiece remote instead. The latest Mac by Apple was nothing more than a transparent piece of thin glass that channeled an image of the operating system from a small round stand at the base, which serviced as the tower. Basically, it was a hologram contained inside the twenty inch screen. A reverse image could be seen on the backside of the monitor as well. The tower base, an inch tall and as big around as a coffee cup, housed the wireless ports for the mouse, eyepiece, and other accessories. Surprisingly, as fragile as it looked, the computer was durable and sturdy.

Sarah used her eye to maneuver the page up and down, scrolling the screen at will as she combed over her research. The first time she used one a few years ago, the eyepiece took some time to grow accustomed to, but now, she manipulated it like a pro. Basically, the lens tracked the movement of her pupil. Starting with the sample taken from the Greenland shark and it's DNA tests, she studied the gene sequencing, and the isolation of the anti-aging gene. Then she reviewed the chimera she created from the barracuda cells, the Greenland shark, the immortal jellyfish, and even her own DNA. The research, the concoction of the new serum, and the human trials had all been rushed. But the science was firm, her formula laid out in precise order like a math equation in her head. Nothing she could think of contradicted her theory and the outline of how the serum worked in real life.

All of her notes and conclusions scrolled up the screen as she read and re-read every word. She was about to close the file with angst when for some reason, maybe it was a bit of OCD, she used the sidebar to return to the top of the page. As the passages rolled by, a reference about the Greenland shark snagged her attention. Moving the cursor with her eye remote, she centered the page on her notes concerning the article.

One line brought everything into focus.

Our research concludes that extreme cold water triggers the anti-aging genes into action, a direct quote from Sea Lab's executive director, Ian Storm.

Not only did the cold water slow down the shark's growth and biochemical processes, it activated the genes—genes that staved off disease and increased the fish's longevity of life. The frigid Northern Atlantic Ocean was the secret ingredient.

Within minutes Sarah burst through the lab doors, passed through a security anteroom, accessed an elevator, and found herself in the room with Wolf. He rolled over on the cot and faced her. Then turned over again to go back to sleep.

"Leave me alone," he mumbled.

"I found the key to activating the serum," Sarah said.

His back to her, Wolf replied, "I thought you were the key."

"Those were your words, and I believe I was the missing piece, but I found the elusive magic words that can unlock the serum's hidden potential."

"What? Hocus pocus. Abracadabra. Open Sesame."

"Not funny. It has nothing to do with a herbaceous tropical plant."

"What? Have you been downloading botany porn at the memory station?"

Sarah's face screwed up into a writhe of confusion. "What are you talking about? A sesame seed comes from a...never mind. I'm a marine biologist. Oceans usually meet up with tropical islands and subtropical climates at various points around the world, so it's a topic we covered in one of my classes at the sea lab on Dauphin Island."

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