
The Fractured Archive
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the scanner’s focus, her gloved fingers hovering over the interface. The subject, a man in his thirties named Kael, sat rigid in the chair, his eyes fixed on the blank wall. The lab hummed with the…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the scanner’s focus, her gloved fingers hovering over the interface. The subject, a man in his thirties named Kael, sat rigid in the chair, his eyes fixed on the blank wall. The lab hummed with the…
Dr. Mara Voss adjusted the neural interface, her fingers brushing against the cold metal of the scanner. The hum of the lab’s machinery filled the air, a low drone that had become as familiar as her own breath. Across from…
The air in the sublevel lab hummed with a low, metallic resonance, like the breath of some ancient machine. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the latex creaking as she reached for the data pad on the steel table. The…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the collar of her lab coat, the fabric stiff with the residue of chemical spills and sleepless nights. The hum of the facility’s ventilation system was a low, persistent ache in her skull, but she ignored…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the sterile gloves on her hands, the rubber creaking like old leather. The lab hummed with the low whir of machines, a sound that had become as familiar as her own breath. Across from her, the…
Dr. Elara Voss had never believed in ghosts. The sterile hum of the lab’s air purifiers and the flicker of data streams on her screen were her only companions, and even then, they felt like relics of a world she’d…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the neural interface on Jax’s scalp, the cold metal biting into his skin. The lab hummed with the low drone of machines, a sound that had become as familiar as her own heartbeat. Jax sat rigid…
The first time Dr. Elara Voss stepped into the sublevel facility, the air tasted metallic, like rusted iron and static. Her boots echoed against the concrete floor, a sound that felt too loud for a place designed to keep secrets.…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the neurostimulator electrodes on Kieran’s scalp, her fingers brushing against the cool metal of the device. The lab hummed with the low thrum of machines, a constant background noise that had become as familiar to her…
## Echo Bloom The chipped Formica of the diner booth stuck to Leo Maxwell’s elbows. Rain smeared the neon glow of “Rosie’s” across the windshield. He hadn’t touched his coffee, just stirred it, watching the steam curl like a phantom…
The star Solara had burned for millennia, its golden light casting long shadows over the planet Lirath. But now, its light was fading. The Lirathian civilization, a spacefaring people with a deep reverence for their sun, had spent centuries studying…