On the stainless steel dog grooming tub, Raka Adhitama lay with his chest wide open."Alright, my loyal followers on my as-yet-unpublished digital medical journal," Vanya's voice broke the tense silence, her tone cheerful and filled with a deeply unsettling enthusiasm.The woman in the white coat was speaking to a cracked smartphone she had clipped to the arm of the circular surgical lamp above the table, its lens aimed directly at Raka's blood-soaked chest cavity."Today, we will be performing a very special procedure," Vanya continued, ignoring Raka's muffled groans as he bit down on the roll of gauze bandage in his mouth. "We will be conducting a live troubleshooting on a malfunctioning hybrid heart micro-controller, caused by... well, usage not in accordance with the user manual by the subject."Vanya glanced at her phone's camera, her eyes sparkling behind her futuristic glasses."Let's begin this unboxing process."Raka squeezed his eyes shut, tears streaming from the corners of

"Vanya!" Raka gripped the edge of the stainless steel table until his knuckles turned white. His voice trembled, holding back a simmering rage. "What do you mean 'self-destruct protocol'?! Did you just plant a time bomb inside my chest cavity?!" Vanya took a step back, her futuristic glasses flickering rapidly as she scanned the data streaming from the small screen on Raka's chest. The shock on her face lasted only a few seconds before it was replaced by a smile. "Oh, calm down, Guinea Pig. Don't be so dramatic." Vanya waved her hand casually, as if she had just made a minor mistake in a recipe, not in a surgical operation. "I already disconnected the main explosive trigger back in the lobby. That thing won't explode and shatter your sweet chest into meaty bits." "Then what is this number?!" Raka snapped, his breathin