ANNIHILATOR 2 Sam.1:27 How are the mighty fallen, and the weapons of war perished! ~~~ Coordinates: 32° 12' 34'', Crystal Cove, Bermuda Time Stamp: 1:23 am, 2752 AD A high-pitched siren filled the submarine laboratory. The flashing red lights of alarm reflected off the glistening faces of the five biotech scientists. "High-level risk detected," Locus's monotonous voice droned. "What the heck is going on?" Saph barked, his voice drowning out the monotonous voice of the AGI. He grabbed the lead biotech scientist by his collar. The bespectacled man, trembling in his boots, stammered an incoherent response. Saph's irritation was evident in his voice. "Would you quit blabbering?! We don't have time to waste!" "There was a minor glitch with the prototype, sir. When we tried to test the cybernetic armour we created for the clone, it malfunctioned, sir." "Minor? You call that minor?" Saph growled, narro...
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