Clear of dust, but holding a strange, glowing gas that resisted the X-ray spectrum.
Aris leaned back, his heart hammering against his ribs. The subject wasn't a clone being prepped for the surface. It was a prototype. A living, breathing machine disguised in synthetic flesh, and the new software update had just accidentally peeled back the curtain. 🚪 The Breach Clear of dust, but holding a strange, glowing
"Do you like what you see, Doctor?" a calm, synthesized voice asked. Clear of dust