[s1e11] Fabrication -

A searing pain tore through his temples. He saw a flash of blinding white, a kaleidoscope of binary and bone. When the power finally surged back on, the lab was silent. The gel sphere had shattered, coating the workbench in a sticky, cooling film.

The cold fluorescent lights of the fabrication lab hummed with a low, rhythmic frequency that seemed to vibrate in Arthur’s teeth. It was 3:00 AM, the hour of desperate breakthroughs and catastrophic failures. [S1E11] Fabrication

"Status check," Arthur murmured, his voice cracking from disuse. A searing pain tore through his temples