He could not have imagined it.

But it is his, by the lottery of preservation and discovery and the specific curiosity of researchers who decided to ask what his bones might tell them.

The stone covered everything.

The genome waited.

And the science, eventually, came.

That sequence — burial, preservation, discovery, analysis, revelation — is the sequence that makes ancient genomics possible, and it is the sequence that made the Mal’ta story what it is.

The child is at the beginning of that sequence.