PROLOGUE

Somewhere in the middle of the Black Rock Desert, Nevada.

Two men stand completely oblivious to the thunderstorm and heavy rainfall raging on outside the sturdy bunker they are to admire the work they've just accomplished. 

"We finally did it," one of the men says, as if his mind hasn't yet fully grasped the fact that everything is successful. "After all these years, we succeeded."

"Yes, we've changed the world," replies the other man, looking at his friend with nothing but love and admiration incomparable in his eyes, "and it was all thanks to your absolute genius, vision and tenacity too." And he means every word of that statement.

Truth is, his friend really has crossed every boundary in existence- legal, moral, and religious- to accomplish what have been deemed a mission impossible by the rest of the world; and for that, he can never stop respecting him.

Silence ensues between the two men again as the first man goes back to admiring what is before him; his handwork.

Thing is, to anyone, it will look like the men are just standing around and fussing over a foetus developing in an intricate, almost unrealistic model of an artificial womb- it does have the looks and feels of an actual womb but on a more large-scale and technologically advanced format.

But it is much more than that, the first man knows. This is the future, he thinks to himself, the future of all mankind. And while many people have shown themselves to be afraid of what that future may bring, he hasn't. He is a big believer in the future, and he has made that known by being the forerunner of an amazing future such as the one in front of him.

"So, have you thought of a name yet?" his friend asks him.

"Tekna," replies the man with certainty burning in his eyes. "Her name is Tekna."