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ALLEN "How is she?" I asked Pedro. Pedro, who was around the hospital, saw Ben taking Juleka in for treatment. That got him calling to know what had happened. So, I sent him to check up on Juleka. "She's fine," He shared. "Did the doctor say anything about her brain?" I asked, pacing in my room. Pedro shared the report he got from the doctor without Ben's knowledge. "You are lucky Allen. You almost cooked her brain. The pressure was too much for her. Juleka is a tough lady. She managed to pass the phase, " Pedro said.

"I was in the lab for several hours. Guess what I found?" Benjamin couldn't guess. He said honestly, "I don't know." Amanda took out the tube of transparent liquid. "If this liquid is injected into your brain, it will damage your cranial nerves. Fascinating, isn't it? It erodes your memory. You were very lucky last night; Howard was close by, so that doctor didn't have time to act." "Because of the doctor's greed, he stalled long enough for me to arrive in time, so he didn't get a chance to inject you with this drug either."

Well no point crying over spilt milk. "Perhaps you can scoop his brains back in his head... I mean damn that's quite the mess. We can get an adhesive and piece his skull back together. I got a spoon. It may take some time but I bet we can scoop up those brains and he'll be as good as new.... Maybe?"

“Jesus titty-fucking Christ, Zeke, you make it sound like we’re in a fucking Marvel movie or something.” Zeke just shrugs. “No one truly knows what the conceivable abilities of the human brain could be if we truly used it to its full potential. Our experiment simply unlocked some of that untapped potential. We disbanded the experiment immediately after Nick’s breakdown, and all samples of the serum and all copies of the formula were effectively destroyed. In retrospect, I suppose I should have foreseen that tampering with the brains of already mentally-imbalanced individuals probably was not the best course of action.” I barely hold back a snort. “You could say that again.”

(((JEOFF POV's))) I massage my neck while reading at the documents Jay has given me. It’s stressing me about the progress of our project. Then, I suddenly felt thirstiness. I open the mini fridge only surprised me with the midget bottles. It was the drink that Elder sent to us. Sexual Stimulant. I grab those and put on the trash.

Gummy worms, jelly beans, lollipops, M&Ms, skittles—if it's sweet, it was there in a jar. What in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory is going on here? The carpet was that same awful bubblegum-pink shade. The windows were the only normal-looking part of the office. Everything else was over the top and unorthodox. “Hello, I'm Dr. Blake Nelson.” My eyes trailed to meet chocolate-coloured ones. Dark hair cascaded down past her shoulders. She had on a white coat, but I saw the casual clothes underneath. She stretched her hand and offered me juju-beans, I shook my head no. I was too busy staring at her.

And I was the only one who could pull this off. “I want jelly shots,” I said, dead serious. Lyra didn’t even look up. She just reached into her satchel and tossed over a ziplock full of rainbow-colored cubes. “Five, freshly conjured. Grape-flavored too.” Score. I popped them like pills, moaning softly at the perfect texture. Jelly shots were my one weakness—the only addiction my foster parents ever used successfully to blackmail me into obedience. “Okay,” I said, licking the last one off my finger. “Let’s break into hell.”

June asked, her breath coming in gasps "what happens to the people? Do their brains just... Stop?" Benson did not look at her. He watched the silver needle move closer to Junes arm. "The human brain is not a computer drive, June. The General is using all of their power. If we pull the plug suddenly... There might be a surge of energy." "A surge?" Junes eyes went wide. "Do you mean their heads will explode?" "I mean they will finally be free " Benson whispered. WARNING: WALL BROKEN. SECTOR 4. The glass ceiling above the city made a loud groaning sound. A big crack appeared. It looked like a spiderweb spreading across the glass. High-pressure needles of ocean water began to spray into the room

She sighed. “You’re costing me so much in hair dye,” she muttered. She checked my pupils. Checked my reflexes. Checked the latest scan. No new lesions. No hemorrhage. There is no clear reason for why my brain had dropped into a pattern none of her textbooks had words for. “Two architectures, one skull,” she told Dante over a video call, holding the phone so he could see my face. His shoulder was in a sling, his expression stubbornly bright. “Think of it like—what’s that game you play where you stack stupid blocks until everything collapses?”

Seb paused and took a deep breath “It was jequirity bean.” This time the murmurs were not anywhere near hushed, and I damn near dropped my wine. “What?!” I exclaimed, my hair whipping around me and the light from outside dimming considerably “My Lady, please! This isn’t true!” a broken Skytte begged from the floor “You dare call me a liar?!” Seb boomed and Adelaide cowered in his arms. Pitiful. But then she spoke: “I checked the symptoms in the library Your Highness. Ingesting this bean would seem to cause the paralysis and muscle contraction seen in the plague victims. I believe Seb – Lord Brandt – had the latest victims tested and this poison was present.”