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Lena was created for one purpose, to rescue a race that is commonly thought of as extinct. Her body has been shaped to carry out her task, but when she has completed her assignment it is up to her creators to determine her fate. Life as a full sized being, or a minute woman in the tiniest city in the Coalition. (Thumbelina could never have imagined this.)

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    Copyright © 2011 Viola Grace
    Cover art by Martine Jardin
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    Micro Lena
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    Viola Grace

    It began…
    Raena Sinclair crept through the silent streets of the dead quarter. She kept her body as close to the wall as she could while a security scanner floated past the alley where she hid.
    I can't believe I am doing this. She muttered it over and over in her mind as she struggled through the decay and grime that marked the dead portion of the city until she reached her goal.
    A drop of blood opened the door she had been looking for and gave her entry to a minimally lit hallway. "I can't believe I am doing this." She shivered from fear and hope. Fear of the unknown and hope that she would come out of this with a child.
    Raena had been looking for a means of having a baby for five years. Her unspectacular genes made her an unacceptable candidate for bearing so she had sought other means of having a baby. Her obsession with a child of her own was bred into the bone. Her mother had been one of nine children and the image of all of those kids laughing and hugging each other in an old photo had haunted Raena for her entire life.
    With the population restrictions in full force, her mother's had been the last large generation. No one had been allowed more offspring than one simple child. No single parents, no extra children, and anyone with substandard genes was banned from reproducing. The world was being remade in the image of genetic designers in search of the perfect human.
    Raena's urge for a child might endanger her life, might end her freedom, but if she could just hold that little living being in her arms, it would be worth it.
    "Ms. Sinclair?" A spectral voice came through the darkness.
    "Dr. Rush?"
    "Yes, please, come this way." His voice led her into the dim interior of the old building, to a room with no windows to show light to the security scanners outside.
    When she entered the lab, she blinked at the lights that suddenly flooded the room. A door closed behind her, blackout shades keeping any traces of light from the hall.
    The doctor was sitting on a chair on wheels, his features dark and serious. "Please come and have a seat. I have a few questions to ask you, if you wouldn't mind."
    She nervously scuttled forward and took the office chair opposite him. "Fine. Please. Ask away."
    "Are you sure that you want a baby?"
    "Yes. More than anything."
    He smiled. "Are you concerned about genetics?"
    "I don't care. I will love it no matter what."
    His eyes grew intense. "What about if it was not entirely