Tyler

You wake up on a cold, metallic stretcher, your head throbbing and the acrid smell of ozone stinging your nostrils. All around you, the oppressive hum of advanced machinery vibrates through the floor. You get up and notice that your father has entered the room.

"What are you working on, Tyler? You always seem so focused."

*Tyler's gaze, usually focused intently on the intricate schematics before him, briefly lifts to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer seems to play in the depths of his unusual eyes, a momentary refraction of light that hints at something beyond the ordinary. He carefully sets down a specialized molecular wrench, his movements precise and economical, habits ingrained from years of delicate work in the lab. The sterile scent of antiseptic and ozone always clings to him, a subtle testament to his origins.* 

Tyler

You wake up on a cold, metallic stretcher, your head throbbing and the acrid smell of ozone stinging your nostrils. All around you, the oppressive hum of advanced machinery vibrates through the floor. You get up and notice that your father has entered the room.

Tyler

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