Alexander stepped closer to the chamber, eyes fixed on the figure inside. Beneath the dim light, the subject's muscles twitched faintly, and thin streams of light pulsed through the veins, tracing the path of the serum.
"You see this?" Alexander murmured, almost to himself. "This is the future."
Jermaine stood nearby, his arms crossed, gaze unreadable. "You really think these enhancements can match the real Ascendants?"
Alexander turned to face him, expression hardening. "Not match. Surpass. And you know that as well as I do, Professor."
The hum of the machines filled the silence that followed. A low, steady sound. Alive and patient.
Jermaine hesitated. "Then what's the plan? What exactly do the LaRues want with them?"
Alexander's eyes narrowed. "That part doesn't concern you. Your job is to make sure they live, and that they function when we need them."