The Silent Circuit
Dr. Voss adjusted the magnifying lens over her left eye, the sterile hum of the lab machines a familiar drone against her skull. The man on the table—subject 237—had been here for three weeks, a silent enigma wrapped in hospital…
Brutal Experimentations, Unexpected Content
Dr. Voss adjusted the magnifying lens over her left eye, the sterile hum of the lab machines a familiar drone against her skull. The man on the table—subject 237—had been here for three weeks, a silent enigma wrapped in hospital…
The rain tapped the window like a stranger knocking for entry. Mara pulled her coat tighter, fingers brushing the cold glass. The town of Black Hollow had always felt like a place between worlds, its pines thick with secrets and…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the collar of her lab coat, the fabric stiff with static as she stepped into the dimly lit corridor of Project Orpheus. The air here smelled of ozone and rust, a metallic tang that clung to…
Dr. Lira Voss adjusted the headset for the third time, her fingers brushing against the cold metal of the neural interface. The lab hummed around her, a sterile symphony of beeps and flickering screens. She had designed this machine herself,…
The hum of the server room was a low, steady pulse, like a heartbeat. Jordan leaned against the cold metal of the workstation, eyes scanning the screen where data streamed in jagged lines. The numbers had been dropping for days—traffic,…
The air inside the Arctic research facility was thin, sharp, and humming with the low-frequency buzz of unseen machinery. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, her breath fogging the glass of her helmet as she stepped into the containment chamber.…
Dr. Elara Voss had not spoken to anyone in eighteen months when the hum began. It started as a vibration in her bones, a low resonance that seemed to emanate from the walls of her underground lab rather than the…
Mara stepped off the bus into the thick July air, her boots crunching gravel as she scanned the town square. The clock tower’s hands hung frozen at 3:17, a relic from the 1920s when the town had last updated anything.…
The facility hummed like a trapped insect, its steel bones creaking under the weight of storm clouds. Dr. Elara Voss stepped from the jeep, her boots crunching gravel as she stared at the structure ahead. The building was a jagged…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the neural interface, its cold metal pressing against Kael’s temple as he sat motionless in the chair. The lab hummed with the low thrum of machines, a sound that had become as familiar as her own…
Jordan’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, the glow of the screen casting shadows across the cluttered desk. The numbers on the analytics dashboard pulsed like a heartbeat—traffic spiking, rankings climbing, conversions soaring. But something was wrong. The data didn’t align…
The air in the underground facility hummed with a low, metallic whine, like a trapped insect struggling against glass. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, her breath fogging the visor of her suit as she stepped into the chamber. The…
Dr. Elara Voss had never trusted mirrors. Not since the day she’d stared into one and seen a stranger’s face staring back—pale, hollow-eyed, lips parted in a silent scream. The reflection had vanished by morning, but the memory lingered, a…
The fluorescent hum of the office buzzed like a trapped wasp. Lena’s fingers hovered over her keyboard, the glow of her screen casting pale light on the coffee stain smudged across her desk. Outside, the city pulsed with neon and…
The air in the sublevel lab smelled of ozone and old metal, a scent that clung to Elara Voss’s lab coat like a second skin. She stood before the obsidian slab, her breath fogging the glass partition as she pressed…