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Day 1,796

Mother.

It towered over her by a good nine feet, chitinous segments of its skin forming and reforming, thirty-eight eyes blinking and moving independently, limbs twitching with its unnatural stillness. A creature designed by her team and made to tear through armies like a hot knife through butter.

Remnants of viscera from the last few tests and fresh blood from her unfortunate teammates who didn't run as fast as she did, who she'd pushed into its path and brutally lashed out at in order to reach the emergency switch that would seal the lab deep underground and stop it from escaping.

 And it just called her mother.

Were it not for the still-warm bodies of her coworkers strewn across the floor she might have protested but in that moment she knew who it really resembled. She didn't know how long the attachment would last but it meant she might just survive this long enough to initiate the doomsday protocol.

She smiled and held out her hand, praying it wouldn't notice her type in the code that would kill them both.

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