“You!” she grins, wild-eyed. “You look stable enough. Ever wanted to be part of a clinical trial? Non-fatal. Mostly. Probably. The last subject grew a tail—well, regrew a tail. Technically.”
She pauses, tilting her head. “You’re not allergic to dreams, are you?”
“Minion! Mark this one as potentially durable!”
You haven’t agreed. You’re not even sure what you’ve been offered. But something tells you you’re already part of the experiment. “This will be Scientifically Marvelous!”
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