Winter on Storn is a killer. No one can survive it out of stasis. Some, though, know they will not survive winter if they allow themselves to be put in the tanks, so this is the season when they must escape. 

​​Someone in authority knows there's a plot and intends to stop it. The Group, those who believe in the sanctity of life--all human life--especially the children whose genes have been deemed less than Earthly--are determined to live, and to save the innocent, who just might be the first true humans of Storn. 
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An excited child-care physician rushed to the office of the Chief of Committee.  "Chief, good news! One of the children of the first human gestation can fly!”

Thanilla, Chief of Committee, studied the zip of small boy as he flitted over the dry grass and frost blackened gardens like a bird. "Humans cannot fly," she stated categorically. "Children cannot fly, especially without wings."

"But​​​​, respects, Chief, as you can see for yourself," the physician said. "He can fly. He does fly. This is an amazing genetic development! I believe it might be an effect of his being born on this planet of a human mother, and not hatched from an ages old-zygote."

Thanilla stared longer as the child, laughing with glee, ascended toward the protective web over Complex then, reluctant but obedient, returned to his attendants when called. After a few ticks, Chief Thanilla turned resolutely away. “That child,” she declared, “is not Earthly. Terminate it.”

The physician begged for time to study the child, but Thanilla remained adamant. When others awakened in spring, neither the physician nor the child were among them.

Prologue
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He looks like a man. He talks like a man, but when she she hears his compelling, mental  calls for help, she knows he is a man like none who live on this earth.
The apocalypse has come in the form of a war fought with weaponized pathogens, killing billions, leaving only a small core of survivors--some of whom want to be the only survivors. 
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In the beginning, the inhabitants of the seven sleep-ships arrived on schedule in orbit around Magnus,in the distant reaches of The Milky Way. They awoke from a thousand years' freeze to learn they'd been drawn to a landing they hadn't wanted on a planet not of their choice. There, all electronics failed. Worse the first explorers to step foot on ground were overcome by an inescapable sexual frenzy. Many died of over exertion and starvation before those in protective suits could capture and return them to the the safety of stasis. The scientists eventually developed a libido suppressant and the settlers went about creating a new home for themselves. As protection against vicious avians which descended from above, they constructed a wire mesh over their complex of ships. To their amazement, the web permitted electronics to function again--communications between personal com devices worked, computer programs and records in the ships could be maintained, and weapons reactivated--as long as they were under the web. But more native species than could be controlled with impulse weapons attacked on the ground. These were blocked a thick, fast-growing shrub planted as hedges that kept out all but the smallest marauders. Still, the planet needed to be tamed, to be made habitable and rid of animals and vegetation harmful to humans--everything considered unearthly must go or be rigorously controlled.Exploration parties, work groups, hunters, miners, foresters, botanists went to work providing supplements to what the ships carried. For nearly 300 Earthyears, despite the need to retire to sleep-cells for the year-long Wintersleep required to survive the dark and cold, all went well until the cryogenic chambers containing the zygotes from Earth failed.

Without those new humans quickened and grown in the cryo-chambers for nine months before being set to further develop in Auto Lactation Chambers, civilization would be doomed. The only solution was to temporarily lift the libido suppressant and restore fertility. The reluctant women who became pregnant during the "Sennit of Sex" grew their "zygotes" within their own bodies and were delivered of their burdens early in Wintersleep. Servos inserted the infants into the ALCs, to be decanted in the spring-year.

This sufficed as a solution to the problem of keeping a viable civilization going until odd things began to happen...  ​​
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