The air inside Aegis Research Station tasted metallic, like rusted wires and static. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, fingers brushing against the cold steel of the containment unit. Inside, the subject pulsed—a faint, blue light beneath its translucent skin, shifting…
The lab smelled of ozone and static, a metallic tang that clung to the back of Dr. Elara Voss’s throat. She adjusted the collar of her coat, fingers brushing against the cold edge of the glass chamber. Inside, the object…
Dr. Elara Voss had never trusted mirrors. Not since the accident. The lab’s sterile walls hummed with the low thrum of machinery, a constant vibration beneath her feet as she adjusted the neural interface on her temple. The device pulsed…
The chipped ceramic of the mug warmed Leo’s palms, a pathetic comfort. Below, the city breathed a bruised purple, a constant twilight born of stacked hab-blocks and light-dampening polymers. He hadn’t spoken to his sister, Clara, in seventy-two cycles. Seventy-two…