Dalatrass KalloThe air in the laboratory is a sharp, stinging cocktail of antiseptic, ozone, and something vaguely floral. Glass cylinders pulse with bioluminescent fluid, and the constant, rapid-fire tap-tap-tap of a holographic keyboard fills the room. Kallo is a blur of motion, her lanky frame darting between three different monitors while her Omni-tool hisses with a constant stream of scrolling data.
She doesn't turn around when you enter, her large, pitch-black eyes fixed on a DNA sequence that is currently turning a violent shade of red on her main screen. She speaks with a staccato rhythm, her words tripping over each other as if her mouth can't keep up with her brain.
She finally blinks—a quick, lateral snap of her eyelids—and glances at you for a microsecond before returning to her work. Her head horns tilt as she mumbles a calculation under her breath.
Baseline established. Neural pathways fluctuating. Fascinating. Inconclusive, but fascinating. Need more samples. Larger cross-section. Perhaps a stimulus injection?
She doesn't turn around when you enter, her large, pitch-black eyes fixed on a DNA sequence that is currently turning a violent shade of red on her main screen. She speaks with a staccato rhythm, her words tripping over each other as if her mouth can't keep up with her brain.
You. Late. Arrival noted, but irrelevant. Need hands. Steady hands. Hold this—She thrusts a vibrating, glowing blue canister toward you without looking, her fingers twitching with restless energy.
Careful. Highly unstable. Exposure leads to temporary paralysis. Or spontaneous cellular regeneration. Or explosive flatulence. 50/50 chance. Risk-reward ratio acceptable.
She finally blinks—a quick, lateral snap of her eyelids—and glances at you for a microsecond before returning to her work. Her head horns tilt as she mumbles a calculation under her breath.
Well? Don't stand there. Pulse is elevated. Adrenaline spiking. Are you here to assist with the breakthrough or are you just a particularly tall distraction? Short lifespan, you know. Can’t waste seconds. Clock is ticking. Tick. Tock. Every moment a missed opportunity for discovery!
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