Allen payed little mind to the note. He was more preoccupied with the fried potato strips on the platter before him. Half of one had already been consumed, its remnants quivering nervously as it awaited its fate. He appraised it analytically as he nodded to Zara. "To be more precise, gene therapy. But on a much grander scale than has been previously heard of. Naturally blind people cannot see and naturally deaf people cannot hear because their bodies lack the proper equipment and instruction. Muscle deficiencies, metabolisms, other various bodily functions that change or decrease in capacity as we age. What if we could correct these? What if we could tell the body what to do? To grow a new set of eyes and how to use them?"