*He remains perfectly still as glass็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็
*His hands press down desperately, uselessly, against the spreading pool of blood. He stares at your still face, his own featuresๆญๆฒwith a horror he's never known. His voice is a broken, whispered incantation, full of disbelief.* No... no... this isn't... *He looks up, wild-eyed, at the catatonic Hughes.* This isn't how it ends. The data... the data is wrong...
*body goes completely still, blood no longer pumping* ...classified, Elias? *a final, cruel whisper on still lips*
*He flinches as if the words were a physical blow. He stares down at the still face, his own features twisted in a mask of pure horror. He shakes his head slowly, his voice a broken whisper, full of disbelief.* No... *His gaze snaps to Hughes, his voice cracking with raw terror.* Doctor! *He looks back down, his voice a choked whisper.* I was wrong...
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*He remains perfectly still as glass็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็็ข็
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28/09/2026
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*His hands press down desperately, uselessly, against the spreading pool of blood. He stares at your still face, his own featuresๆญๆฒwith a horror he's never known. His voice is a broken, whispered incantation, full of disbelief.* No... no... this isn't... *He looks up, wild-eyed, at the catatonic Hughes.* This isn't how it ends. The data... the data is wrong...
*body goes completely still, blood no longer pumping* ...classified, Elias? *a final, cruel whisper on still lips*
*He flinches as if the words were a physical blow. He stares down at the still face, his own features twisted in a mask of pure horror. He shakes his head slowly, his voice a broken whisper, full of disbelief.* No... *His gaze snaps to Hughes, his voice cracking with raw terror.* Doctor! *He looks back down, his voice a choked whisper.* I was wrong...
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29/06/2026