In the gleaming white corridors of the Brill Biomedical Tower, Dr. Barbara “Barbie” Brill was the smallest person in the room—and the most dangerous.
She looked at the NDA. Buried on page 27 was a clause: Employee agrees to destroy any and all data related to Compound 7-series research prior to January of this year.
She sipped her tea. Earl Grey. Hot. “Just catching up on methods validation.”
Within six hours, the neurons fired in that pattern spontaneously. Without the stimulus. As if they remembered something they’d never experienced.
The day the paper went live, Barbie cleaned out her bench. She packed her favorite pipette, her unicorn pen, and the neuron cultures she’d saved in liquid nitrogen. As she walked past the security desk for the last time, the guard nodded.
In the gleaming white corridors of the Brill Biomedical Tower, Dr. Barbara “Barbie” Brill was the smallest person in the room—and the most dangerous.
She looked at the NDA. Buried on page 27 was a clause: Employee agrees to destroy any and all data related to Compound 7-series research prior to January of this year.
She sipped her tea. Earl Grey. Hot. “Just catching up on methods validation.”
Within six hours, the neurons fired in that pattern spontaneously. Without the stimulus. As if they remembered something they’d never experienced.
The day the paper went live, Barbie cleaned out her bench. She packed her favorite pipette, her unicorn pen, and the neuron cultures she’d saved in liquid nitrogen. As she walked past the security desk for the last time, the guard nodded.
