Huddled around microscopes with glass tubes and vials bubbling above Bunsen burners, the White Coats whispered.
“What hath we wrought?” they asked, their voices edged with excitement and wonder.
Below the lip of the lens on the microscope lay a glass slide with innocuous liquid. It could’ve been water or tea, but the camera that broadcast the specimen on…
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