His Untouchable Omega
A voice boomed through the speakers in the room a voice that sounded like my own, but cold and synthesized.
"Wake up, Specimen 17. The simulation was a success. We have successfully mapped your emotional response to betrayal. Now, let's begin the physical phase."
I looked down at my hands. They weren't flesh. They were made of a shimmering, translucent glass.
Through the glass of the laboratory window, Lyra sees a thousand identical tubes, each containing a version of herself and Rowan. A woman in a white lab coat walks past the glass, marking a clipboard. She pauses, looks Lyra in the eye, and smiles. It’s the white-haired woman from the submersible, but she’s wearing a name tag that reads: