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me" up. The technicians tried to hold her back, but she seemed to have gone mad, shoving them away with unexpected strength. Then, as if a sudden thought struck her, Mom lunged for the control tablet. "Yes, that's it! A restart! Once I reboot the system, she'll be back to normal!" As she frantically tapped across the screen, sweat trickled down her forehead, smudging the makeup she had so carefully put on. "Unable to locate self file," a mechanical voice droned from the control panel. "The host consciousness has been erased." Mom was taken aback. "Erased? That's impossible! She was perfectly fine just a moment ago! She wouldn't leave me like this. She wouldn't!"

"You were just asking me about the mechanisms inside. I need to go in to understand." Nash frowned slightly. "The things inside the lab are not easy to look at." "So that's what you're worried about," Nina realized. "It's okay. I've heard about so many unbelievable things already. Nothing can scare me now." She reassured Nash, showing her inner strength. As they walked in, she was still shocked by the cruel extent of the lab’s contents. There were human organs used for some kind of experiments and various deformed animals from failed experiments. Caged animals were screaming, with one monkey having self-harmed to the point of bleeding fingers. The smell was a mix of blood and chemicals, naus

"I hate to break your heart Celia. He does. They are in this basement, that compartmentalizes them into room-sized cages. The only good thing happening to them is that they are groomed, or they are bought by not so bad clients. They are bought. Sweet baby Jesus in a manger. People still do that?" "Helloo, I'm a living testimony. I have been there, seen that, I've lived that horror." She said, raising her glass of wine as if to make a toast. "Those girls need to get out and I don't see that happening soon when someone like Hector prowls the place like a sabre toothed tiger." "From the sound of it, this one must be a hard nut to crack." Ajax mummured, biting his buttom lip. Collins scoffed. "H

The translucent, vein-threaded silk covering its muscular tissue began to dissolve, bubbling into a frothy, white foam as the purified agent aggressively dismantled the crude, unstable harvest enzymes animating its corpse. The creature didn't scream”it had no lungs for sound”but its four-hinged jaws shuddered violently before locking open. Within five seconds, its dark muscle tissue liquefied, collapsing into an inert, grey sludge across the slate floor. The final harvester, sensing the immediate, chemical absolute of its own destruction, scuttled backward on its jointed stilts, its compound eyes twitching as it attempted to retreat toward the high clerestory windows. "Unacceptable," Cattley

The kind that knew it had been forged in sorrow and risen above it. Later that afternoon, Rosa sat in the nursery with her laptop open and medical files scattered across the floor. She bounced Celeste on her knee while balancing a case file in one hand. The patient had stage-three neuroinflammation and had reacted violently to all forms of traditional immunotherapy. Rosa’s brow furrowed in thought.

I don't know why but as I stare at it, the more it looks interesting to see. As I continued looking at the window, I realized that I have been spacing out too much. “Let’s go?” I heard Drake’s voice making my sanity back to place. “Huh?” I asked. I looked around and realized that there are no one else inside except us. The class is dismissed? How long have I’ve been staring at the window then? “The class is done?” I asked him. “Yeah, you have been spacing out. Good thing our professor did not notice you.” “Come on, let’s get our lunch.” He added.

I wonder and then my eyes fall on the wall clock which is hanging on the wall in front of me. It's 7:34 PM. I gulp and go inside. The door of the room is still open and I eventually forget about it. I see two bookshelves on the right side of the room. I walk towards them and scan the books. The Silent Patient, The Art Of Dealing With People, Criminal Psychology, Bad Science, The Power Of Your Conscious Mind, Thinking Fast And Slow, Atomic Habits, Rationality, Talking To Strangers, Righteous Mind, The Theory Of Everything.

he swayed his arm to welcome him into the bedroom. The bedroom was more like an apartment, there's a foyer, two armchairs on either side, a huge round table in the middle and there's a living room, an office desk, and chairs before the actual bedroom. When he stepped in, Pasquale observed the condition of the entire room which he thought was a direct depiction of Armand's state of mind. It was chaotic, unorganized, hysterical, and borderline psychotic. He saw the naked woman lying on his bed in the bedroom, high as a kite, white powdery substance was scattered like dust, and Armand stood naked with his thing dangling in front of him.

Half disassembled machines whir and spark erratically, and in the center of the room are three tables. There are people laying on two of them, if you could even call the failed creations people. Different limbs have been removed, dissected, and then reattached and now twitch unnaturally. Their eyes are glassy, their souls no longer home, and it takes everything in me to not vomit. On the third lies a woman, her chest moving in sporadic puffs. Still alive, but barely.

I gagged, sickened, repulsion twisting at my core. No one saw it, no one cared and as they danced, the rot spread from one person to the next, bubbling over their skin, spores infecting flesh, greedily eating them alive. They carried on, these animated corpses, smiling and laughing as they decayed in front of my eyes.