The beam stabbed through glass and water, revealing the floating corpses of fish. These torus-, sphere- and disc-shaped creatures had never swum in any ocean or lake. They were unique forms of life whose engineering and growth had cost Grey a small fortune. Such illicit curios...had been a way of reminding himself of his success, as well as the potentials inherent in merging culture with biology. Grey had maintained that as nature had dictated the shape and content of culture for much of humanity’s existence, it was time to reverse that role, and his infusion of living tissue with art had been a means to this end. Now death had dimmed the artifact fishes’ brilliant, shifting patterns to a static waxy white.