s*x in death
They formed a circle in the air, their bodies interlocking to create a massive, mechanical screen.
The screen flickered to life.
It showed a room—white, sterile, and cold. In the center of the room sat an old man in a wheelchair. His skin was like translucent parchment, and his eyes were covered by a visor of shifting green data.
"Silas," Julian hissed, stepping up beside me, his hand hovering near mine but not touching.
"Dr. Valerius," the old man said, his voice wheezing through the drone's speakers. "And my beautiful, evolved Elowen. You’ve reached Life Zero. You’ve broken the seal. I must thank you."