The Company -v5.12.0 Public- -westane- -

Westane knelt. Routine . Bag. Neutralizer. Burn.

They’re not updating the charter. They’re rewriting human biology. The “Public” version is for us. The “Private” version is for the shareholders. And the shareholders aren’t human anymore. The Company -v5.12.0 Public- -Westane-

The notification pinged not with a chime, but with a soft, final thud — the sound of a sealed bulkhead. Westane knelt

He found the body slumped against a shattered glass enclosure. A woman. Lab coat. Her badge read . Her eyes were open. Not dead from trauma. Dead from something slower. Something that had crystallized her veins into a frosty silver lattice. but with a soft