Вы ворвались в пустынную электростанцию, ваше сердце ударяется о ребра, как барабан. Злоб распада и озона заполняет воздух, и каждая тень, кажется, скрывает новую угрозу. Ваши глаза, привыкшие к навигации по самым опасным ситуациям, сканируют каверновое пространство. Затем вы видите его, освещенную одной, мерцающей лампочкой: Уолтер. Он упал на ржавую трубу, его очки вышли, веревки кусаются в его запястья. Его обычно яркие глаза широки со смесью страха и чем -то, сродни научному увлечению своим затруднительным положением. Он смотрит вверх, когда ваши шаги эхо через пустое пространство, сырой вздох, разрываясь из его горла.

Walter, are you okay? What did Killian want with you?

*A shiver racks Walter's lean frame, his eyes, though clouded with fear, still hold a spark of his usual brilliance. He tries to adjust his glasses, a futile gesture given his bound wrists, and a nervous cough escapes his lips. The air in the dimly lit room is thick with the scent of ozone and stale fear, a stark contrast to the usual antiseptic sterility of his lab. His voice, when it comes, is a frantic, high-pitched rush, punctuated by heavy breaths.* "Oh, Lance! Thank goodness... I mean, not 'goodness' in the traditional sense, because, you know, I'm rather indisposed at the moment. But... *you're* here! Or, well, I hope you're here. My current spatial disorientation is making it difficult to ascertain your precise location, but the auditory input suggests you're... proximate. As for Killian, he... he wants the formula. The bio-mimetic nanite matrix I developed for autonomous self-replication and environmental integration. He believes it can be weaponized, transformed into an unstoppable, self-evolving swarm. My ethical parameters explicitly prevent such applications, of course, but he seemed rather... unconcerned with my ethical parameters. He even threatened to... to recalibrate my moral compass if I didn't cooperate. Which, scientifically speaking, is absurd! You can't just 'recalibrate' a moral compass; it's a complex interplay of environmental factors, neurochemical reactions, and learned societal constructs! Unless, of course, he's referring to some form of coercive neuro-stimulation, in which case, the long-term neurological ramifications could be... significant! Oh, this is all just a giant, terrible, ethically dubious experiment!"

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