The air inside the facility reeked of rust and static, a metallic tang clinging to the back of Dr. Elara Voss’s throat. She stepped over a shattered monitor, its screen flickering with corrupted data streams. The hallway stretched before her,…
Dr. Elara Voss injected the serum with a trembling hand, the glass vial hissing as it released a faint, metallic scent. The lab’s fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow over her cluttered workspace—stacks of notebooks, half-finished equations scrawled…
Dr. Elara Voss had always believed memory was a ledger of moments, precise and immutable. Her work at the Neurocognitive Advancement Institute focused on refining neural implants to enhance recall, a project she called the Lattice. It was meant to…
The sterile chamber reeked of antiseptic and iron. Dr. Elara Voss blinked against the harsh overhead lights, her pulse a frantic drumbeat in her ears. Her fingers twitched against the cold metal table, ribs creaking as she sat up. The…
The air in the sublevel hummed with the low-frequency drone of machines, a sound that seeped into the bones and refused to leave. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the latex creaking like dry skin, and stared at the glass…