Dr. Khan recoils in his chair, frozen in horror as the bank of monitors before him glitch out and flicker with static, displaying Abby’s rampage. His mouth hangs open in shock, sweat beading and dripping down his tense face. The wail of alarms pierces the air while consoles around him spark and hiss. Sudden, rapid-fire cuts jump between his wide, terrified eyes and the chaotic, static-ridden sc...
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