The bio-stasis tank vibrated. Inside the glass, suspended in a solution of thick, amber gel, Lyra floated. Cables were surgically threaded into her neck, spine, and wrists, pulsing with faint blue light as they forced stabilizers into her bloodstream. Her skin was translucent, the veins beneath darkened like cracks in porcelain.
Viola moved across the console, her fingers flying over the haptic keys. "Cellular degradation is slowing," she said, her voice tight. "But the genetic unraveling is aggressive. It's like her DNA is trying to rewrite itself into something that can't exist."
Beside her, Kylus's Assistant adjusted a fluid valve. "We're just putting a majestic bandage on a bullet wound. The unexpected variable is the second subject."
She gestured to the adjacent bed.
