If you were born as a result of strict genetic selection and at the age of two months you ended up in the Lines training center - welcome to the “hero factory”. Until the age of thirty, you will have nothing of your own except your name, and even then only partially. And if you are just a pathetic half-breed and your mother allowed and maintained a pregnancy not sanctioned by the Genetic Service from an unknown stranger, then try and prove it to the Lines and to all of Beltane, that you are not a degenerate. It was this task that was set before Mary Alexandra Hamilton, a half-breed. Not just to be worthy of the attention of geneticists, but to become the best of those who have ever been produced by the walls of the training center. The best - in everything. In physical training, in reaction speed, in the skill of a combat pilot...