The air in the mountain lab was thin, sharp with the tang of ozone and something older—something metallic and unresolved. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, her breath fogging the glass of the containment chamber. Inside, the subject pulsed, a…
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 air in the Nevada desert was thick with static, a low hum that vibrated in Elara Voss’s teeth as she stepped out of the armored truck. The facility loomed ahead, a cluster of steel and glass huddled beneath a…
The air in the underground facility hummed with a low, metallic resonance, like a heartbeat straining against steel. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, the synthetic material clinging to her palms as she stared at the shimmering sphere suspended in…
The first time Dr. Elara Voss touched the crystal, it pulsed like a heartbeat beneath her fingertips. She had spent three years in the subterranean facility, isolated from the world above, but nothing prepared her for this: a jagged shard…
The air in the sublevel hummed with a frequency that made Lena’s teeth vibrate. She adjusted her gloves, the latex creaking like a dry hinge, and stared at the grid of glass tubes lining the chamber. Each contained a human…
The air inside the Arctic research station tasted metallic, like rusted steel and static. Dr. Elara Voss pressed her gloved hand against the glass of the observation dome, her breath fogging the pane. Outside, the aurora shimmered in green and…
The air in the sublevel lab reeked of ozone and antiseptic, a metallic tang that clung to the back of Dr. Elara Voss’s throat. She adjusted the gloves on her hands, their latex brittle with age, and stared at the…
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…