Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the collimator, her gloved fingers brushing the cold steel of the prototype. The chamber hummed, a low vibration that pulsed through her bones. Outside the reinforced glass, the desert stretched in endless dunes, but here, in…
The Blackthorn Institute’s corridors hummed with the low, constant drone of machinery, a sound so familiar it had become invisible. Dr. Elara Voss moved through them, her boots clicking against the polished floor, eyes fixed on the data pad in…
Dr. Elara Voss stepped into the sterile glow of the containment chamber, her breath fogging the visor of her suit. The air hummed with the low thrum of machinery, a sound that had become as familiar as her own heartbeat.…
Dr. Elara Voss pressed her palm against the cold steel door, feeling the faint hum of machinery beneath her fingertips. The air in the sublevel lab smelled metallic, like rusted gears and static electricity. She had been here for three…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the latex creaking as she pressed a finger to the glass. The room hummed with the low thrum of machinery, a sound that had become as familiar as her own breath. Outside the reinforced…