When April first arrived at the Isolation Laboratories, she was only nine months and 20 minutes old. A soft blindfold had been slipped over her eyes at birth, and her mother had been able to hold her for one, brief moment before the nurse gently took her away and into another room.
"What will happen to her?" April's mother asked. Her eyes were large with love and fear.
"I can't tell you," the nurse said, "Its classified information. But I can assure you that your daughter will be treated with the best care and attention the country can provide."
"Will I ever see her again?"
"Perhaps. We don't know at this stage."
April's mother lay back in the bed and wept quietly. She deeply regretted ever having signed the papers. Nothing could compensate for the loss of her child, not even the million dollars she had received. Now April was the property of the Government, and she would stay that way until she was 21.