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Something Still Alive
Author: Tim
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The ancient eyes blink out as the emergency lights stutter to life.

Red washes over the chamber, dim, pulsing, just enough to show us what should’ve stayed hidden.

Two figures stand at the far end. Human-shaped, but… off.

Their bodies are wrapped in biomechanical plating that pulses with the same sickly rhythm as the graft stitched into Rynn’s hand.

Cables stretch from their backs, plugged into the walls like leeches feeding on something still alive.

Test subjects. Still breathing. Still wired in.

Devon exhales behind me. “What the hell are those?”

The figures turn. Exactly together. Like puppets yanked by the same invisible string.

Their faces, or what’s left of them, are half-covered by hissing-pumping respirators. Black tubes feed into where the mouths should be. Eyes are dull behind cracked lenses.

Rynn swallows. “Devourer tech. Hooked into human nervous systems.”

His voice barely clears his throat. Tight. Controlled. But his fingers twitch like he’s ready to run.

Twenty years.
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