Serena ignored him.
She rapidly cycled through several data interfaces, her eyes locked onto a subtle, abnormal wave hidden within the command frequency.
It was incredibly faint.
If she hadn't been monitoring Specimen Seven's neural chip data so closely, she never would have caught it in time.
Someone had tampered with Specimen Seven.
And it had happened right after it entered The Observation Theater.
Her smile deepened.
Well then, things on this ship were certainly getting lively.
It seemed multiple factions had taken a keen interest in this asset, all eager to carve out a piece for themselves.
Seeing her ignore him, Director Kaelen's voice cracked with panic. "Your Excellency, is there a problem with Specimen Seven or not?"
"It's fine for now," Serena replied coolly.
The director was just about to exhale when she casually added, "But in three minutes, all bets are off."
The breath caught in Kaelen's throat, nearly choking him. "Three minutes?!"
He practically roared.
His chest heaved as a spike of pure adrenaline hit his system. "Then fix it, now!"
Serena smiled. "I can fix it. For an additional fee."
The director's face twisted into an ugly grimace.
He glared at her, his chest rising and falling erratically, utterly suffocated by her brazen demand.
"Your Excellency, don't forget that you are a medical consultant on our payroll!" he gritted out, his tone tight with anger. "Ensuring Specimen Seven's stability is your job!"
Standing before the monitoring console, Serena didn't even blink. Her pale, striking features remained entirely detached, save for the faint smirk on her lips. "My job?"
She let out a mocking, icy laugh. "My job is to ensure the stability of the assets within the scope of normal supervision."
Serena shot him a piercing look. "Not to clean up the fallout of your organization's staggering stupidity."
Director Kaelen's expression darkened completely. "Your Excellency!"
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"Did I or did I not warn you that Specimen Seven had just stabilized and wasn't fit for further neural stimulation?" Serena tapped her finger lazily against the console. "You chose not to listen. Now that it's going south, m demanding extra compensation. Is there a problem with that?"
She lifted her chin, gesturing toward the row of security cameras mounted on the wall. "Everything is recorded. Whether I warned you, and whether you chose to listen, can
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A lump formed in Director Kaelen's throat.
She was right.
He had forced the demonstration, bringing this disaster upon themselves.
If The Panacea simply walked away right now, she would be perfectly justified in doing so.
But the reality was...
They couldn't afford to lose Specimen Seven!
Especially not right in front of The Sterling Sovereign!
*Beep! Beep! Beep!*
A sharp, frantic alarm suddenly pierced the room.
The technician's face went white. "The neural fluctuations are still rising!"
"No, this is all wrong! Specimen Seven's cerebral activity is spiking way too fast. The chip's command reception frequency has already exceeded normal limits by seventeen percent!"
Director Kaelen snapped his head around. "How can it be that fast? Isn't it just a Level-One Neural Prompt?!"
Sweat poured down the technician's
forehead as his fingers flew across
the keys. The command is still Level One, but Specimen Seven's neural feedbacks completely anomalous! Muscular reactions are intensifying, and its heart rate is skyrocketing!"
The technician stared in horror at the erratic data flooding his screen.
The previously manageable curve was now surging upward uncontrollably.
Inside The Observation Theater.
Specimen Seven's grotesque, hulking frame remained bolted to the reinforced platform. However, its pale, graying hand was slowly clenching into a lethal fist.