The air in the sublevel lab tasted like static, sharp and metallic, as Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the spectrometer’s dial. The machine hissed, its green readout flickering between numbers that didn’t make sense. She’d seen anomalies before—fluctuations in quantum fields,…
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 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…