Three corporate security officers from Genodyne Solutions stormed in. Their visors polarized against the heat. The lead officer held a warrant.
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She picked up a ceramic comb. “Watch the edges,” she cooed.
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Then her scales went from white to blue. The air in the room began to warp. The glass of her cryo-tube cracked. The corporate officers raised their stun batons, but the plastic handles began to melt.