"He thought he was building a cure, but his mentor had other plans." The memory surfaced without his permission. It was winter in the executive wing - the artificial winter AetherCorp maintained in its headquarters to remind employees that nature was a resource, not a condition. Snow fell against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Silas's office, each flake illuminated by the city's ambient neon before it melted against the glass. Thorne had been younger then, still believing that his work existed within an ethical framework, that the corporation's bio-engineering division operated under constraints that Silas respected even if he did not articulate them.
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