barbie brill lab rat

Someone upstairs had known. Someone had designed it that way.

Barbie had already printed it.

“Barbara,” he said, smiling with perfect teeth. “I’ve heard you’ve been digging through some legacy data.”

The animals hadn’t just formed stronger memories. They’d formed false ones. Implanted ones.

And somewhere in the Brill Biomedical servers, a scheduled task deleted the last traces of Voss’s original macaque study. Too late, though.

“I’ll think about it,” she said, and walked out.