Mewtwo Laboratory นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I stand behind Merethyl, pushing my element into her, letting her draw on me rather than on her own powers. Because we start so far back and we have to be careful that the burrow doesn’t collapse with the water flow, it’s a slow process. It takes half a day to get underneath the facility and from there, we have to find the four points that make the most sense to enter. Once the area underneath the laboratory is clear, Ishir pulls up the schematics for the last few laboratories we raided. They all have the same basic structure and the rooms where the dragons are kept have been in the same place in each one.

She swallowed hard, the lump in her throat betraying her nervousness. The silver chains coiled tightly, dragging Celeste into the heart of this mysterious lab. This place was a stark contrast to the cramped cell that had confined her earlier. It was spacious, almost too spacious, and flooded with an overwhelming brightness. The white walls bounced light like a gigantic prism, enclosing the space like an enormous cage. The temperature inside dipped, sending shivers down Celeste's spine, as if the air itself held a bone-chilling secret. Neatly arranged rows of metal shelves displayed an array of peculiar scientific contraptions, glinting with an icy metallic allure. Buttons, switches, and indi

The adrenaline of the victory at the Makuyuni pass had faded, leaving behind the stark, sobering reality of biology. Deep inside the Warren, in a newly excavated cavern repurposed as a makeshift laboratory, Dr. Eliana Mushi stood before a large slate chalkboard. She had scavenged the board from an abandoned Arusha high school. Right now, it was covered in frantic, chalk-drawn diagrams of human anatomy, cellular structures, and mathematical equations regarding kinetic conversion.

he murmured. She gave him a terse nod. Probably helping them because of what he did back then to Selene. He's form was still distorted but at least not monstrous. Caius brushed his fingers across Selene's face, he gave her a reassuring nod and they moved forward. The labs sat under a low dome of glass, humming with life-support systems. A red sigil—two overlapping crescents she knew too well—was painted above the lab doors. They moved through corridors lined with observation windows. Behind the glass, rows of tanks reflected pale blue light. Forms swam in suspended animation, partial limbs, pale shapes, faces half-formed. Some tanks were empty and the place smelled of rotten and decayed bodi

Government Research Facility In Colorado (2039) The air in the lab smelled of bleach and burnt wires. It was a cold, sharp smell that made everything feel sterile and wrong. Dr. Marcus Reese adjusted his glasses and stared through the thick glass of the containment tank. Inside, the creature called Aerion floated in green liquid. It was pale and almost see-through. Veins pulsed slowly beneath its skin like glowing wires. It looked almost human. It looked peaceful. “The suppressant is holding,” Marcus said quietly, “but it is fighting harder every day. We are pushing it too far, Lena.”

He pushed them open and stepped aside. "Your laboratory, Miss Anastasia." I walked inside and stopped. My breath caught in my throat. The laboratory was huge. Sunlight poured through a wall of windows that faced the forest. The workstations were brand new, with gleaming steel surfaces and state-of-the-art equipment. Microscopes. Centrifuges. Genetic sequencers. Machines I had only ever read about in journals. A glass cabinet along one wall held rows of labeled samples. A computer screen on the main desk displayed a three-dimensional model of werewolf DNA.

Inside that room, was where Nikola experimented on his human-cum-werewolf prototypes. Surrounding the chamber, a team of dedicated scientists and engineers, clad in white lab coats, moved with purposeful grace. They were the architects of Menelik's grand vision, tirelessly working to manifest the impossible. Their brows furrowed in deep concentration, their hands deftly manipulating intricate apparatuses, and their eyes reflecting the flickering glow of screens displaying vital data.

“It might be one of the last safe places for us to hide.” “Now, that’s a cheerful thought,” Connery remarked. “I’m not feeling very cheerful at the moment,” Meguitte told him as they entered the laboratory that she shared with Leighton. The warlock was not there, but it was very early in the new day, and he was probably peacefully asleep with his wife. She released her hold on Connery’s arm and went to clear the surfaces of the tabletops. Connery raised his eyebrows. “So, we are setting aside the water and blood experiments?”

They breached the final door and flooded the room with light. The sight that greeted them was breathtakingly horrific. The chamber was vast, clearly the heart of the laboratory. In the center stood twelve colossal, metallic cocoons, each the size of a small car. They were the lead-lined containers, arranged in a circle, humming with a low, menacing energy. Green status lights glowed on eleven of them. But the twelfth one was dark. Its status light was a blinking, angry red. And its heavy lead door had been torn open. Not from the outside, but from within. Thick, jagged metal was peeled back like a sardine can, revealing an empty, slime-coated interior.