"Viridithol," I said, my blood running cold as I pieced the story together. "You reckless, dumb sons of bitches. You put samples of plant life from another fucking dimension in a drug and fed it to pregnant women. And you were, what, surprised when the kids came out looking like that?" "It was a tiny sample," he said, shaking his head. "Just...just the tiniest fraction, given to a small portion of the test group. We thought we had it under control. We were trying to help people." "Well, I guess that makes up for everything then." Bob stared into his coffee. "We never should have called it Eden. That was hubris. It made us think we were dealing with something benign, something positive, when the truth was right in front of our faces. Whatever the Garden had once been, now it was seething with corruption. Abundant life. It makes me laugh, in retrospect. Mr. Faust, did you know that there's a medical term for abundant life? For cellular life bursting out of control and running wild."