Reborn Before The Climate Apocalypse
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Two thick pneumatic needles punched through the top seal of the glass cylinder, pumping fifty milliliters of a glowing blue chemical directly into the purple fluid surrounding Sabrina’s face.
The blue chemical mixed with the liquid, drifting toward her nose and mouth.
Slowly, deliberately, Sabrina’s eyelids fluttered open.
Her eyes were no longer the soft, deceptive hazel that had once tricked half the upper-class socialites in the city. The whites of her eyes had turned completely jet-black, while her irises burned with a brilliant, predatory magenta light that pulsed in perfect rhythm with her heartbeat.
She looked through the glass, staring directly into Dr. Vance’s terrified eyes.