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Kaelen pressed his palm against the glass barrier, his fingers twitching to a rhythm he didn't recognize. On the other side, the subject—labeled 0.2 —sat perfectly still. It looked entirely human, save for its eyes. They weren't reflecting the room's fluorescent lighting. They were absorbing it.

Subject 0.2 stood up. Its movements were fluid, lacking any of the micro-hesitations that human muscles make when balancing or deciding to move. It approached the glass. "Open the chamber," Vance commanded. Unnatural Instinct [Ongoing] - Version: 0.2

The air in the sterile white lab didn't just feel cold; it felt engineered. Kaelen pressed his palm against the glass barrier,

Kaelen didn't look back. "You didn't just delete fear, Dr. Vance. You deleted self-preservation." They weren't reflecting the room's fluorescent lighting

The subject froze mid-stride, its hand hovering inches from Vance's throat. It turned its void-like eyes back to Kaelen.