...resounded through this part of the medlabs. The struggle rolled off the now cracked black coccoon and unto the facility floor. Tiny crevices on the black shell bubbled with white pus for 2 seconds and beads of black sweat rolled off it with the strugglers before it fell completely to the floor with a sickening thud. Someone screamed and the black IMAC shouted. Bile vomitted out onto the floor from the cracked cocoon. One second there was the noise of the struggle and the screaming...the next hissing steam from inside the cocoon spraying into the air.
Enough., the figure shouted.
You are not fully healed...we can reinstate Stasis...
I think we are both in agreement that I can't be doing much of that anymore. We're basically parents now.
Of course, but I also fear for you.
It wasn't known if the strugglers even noticed the hissing, but as the steam rose, a form stretched itself from the cocoon. He stood tall, thin and strong. His nude body mostly concealed in the steam. He could now see with his own eyes and talk with his own lips.
Ali ran up to him laughing, ignoring the grapplers...
