She’s back
Back in the sleek, polished office at Beaumont Industries, Cassandra felt the tension of her recent discoveries settle heavily on her shoulders. The faint hum of city noise barely reached her here; everything was serene, controlled—her domain. She slipped off her heels and sank into her chair, letting her eyes wander over the familiar expanse of her workspace. It was clinical, minimalist, every surface gleaming, and every paper meticulously organized. But at that moment, her mind was anything but orderly.
Absentmindedly, she reached into her desk drawer, extracting a small vial of greenish slime—the remains of one of her experimental constructs, the remains of BOBBLES.
She poured it onto her desk, the liquid spreading and then slowly taking form as her fingers traced patterns in its surface. Cassandra watched as it began to take on a shape—a torso, broad shoulders, arms. Her thoughts drifted, her hands guiding the slime into a masculine form.