Next came the surgical and maintenance logs for the neural control implants.
The entries weren't dense, incomprehensible research formulas.
Yet, as Professor Elias Thorne and the other experts scanned the text, their expressions shifted dramatically. "This... this is..."
One of them leaned forward, fixated on the timestamps. "The initial implantation record for a neural control device?"
Serena didn't answer immediately. She tilted her head, looking at the Med-Tech member double-checking the equipment. "Do they match?"
The man checked the diagnostic results in his hand, then glanced at the markings on the exterior of the pod, nodding. "We've verified it twice. The data is sound." These logs were pulled directly from the pod's onboard systems.
And they were confirmed by the ship's own crew.
So what was being displayed wasn't just some offhand guess by The Panacea.
Several faces in the audience visibly paled.
Anyone with an ounce of expertise could interpret the data projected on the massive screen, and it looked nothing like the research from Aria Wynn's era.
It looked entirely like subsequent modifications built upon certain foundational theories.
To be precise, someone had bastardized those theories and performed grotesque, twisted enhancements.
"So... this Specimen Fourteen wasn't created by Aria Wynn?" someone asked.
"No," Serena replied calmly. "Aria Wynn left behind research focused on neural repair and life stabilization."
"The goal of her work was to restore damaged nerves." She cast a glance at Specimen Fourteen in the pod, her voice dropping to a glacial chill. Not to forge a mindless tool devold of self-awareness."
Serena continued typing, magnifying several records related to neural control. "Specimen Fourteen uses the A.WS. designation, but its data logs show that it is the product of secondary modifications heavily extrapolated from early neural stabilization theories."
"I'm sure many of the professors sitting here can recognize these logs corresponding to command directives, right?"
The experts naturally saw it clearly.
The data undeniably proved that someone had simply hijacked the original technological foundation and forcefully grafted completely foreign concepts onto it.
Serena stared at the string of
numbers on the screen and let out a cold scoff, her tone dripping with the characteristic arrogance and disdain of The Panacea "They slapped her designation system on it so people would bid blindly, thinking they were buying something crafted by Aria Wynn herself."
"Quite the lucrative little scam they're running."
She scoffed again. "Neural repair was meant to save lives."
"I never expected someone to take Aria Wynn's legacy and bastardize it into a Counterfeit Asset like this."
Her slender finger tapped against the control logs, her expression a mask of ruthless mockery. "They build this monstrosity, and then they hide behind her name."
"What? Is the real architect behind these modifications too afraid to step into the light?"
Her words were the ultimate insult.
This was exactly how she chose to clear Aria Wynn's name-clearing her grandmother's legacy right in front of the entirety of Project Zero-Transit!