This is the beginning of Jam's story.
I want Liz to know the truth about my heinous past, but how can I tell her that I was the one who engineered the gentic alterations that were performed on those convicted free thinkers? That I was forced to do it when I worked for the thought police? She would hate me if she knew that I delibertly tryed to play god. Why did I let them control me? I was so weak. I can only blame myself for the domino effect it has had on the once civilized but now prosthetic world. I can't be on this side of reality except when I'm with her. I'm a mad, immoral scientist when I'm there, but I pay for it every time I think about how much I love her there too.