"Any progress?" he asked, though the answer was obvious.
Dr. Voss removed her gloves with a snap. "We've replicated 89.7% of the formula.
The remaining components..." She gestured helplessly at the suffering animal.
"Without that last 10%, our version is essentially an expensive acid."
The military liaison barked a laugh. "So what you're saying is, we've spent billions in R&D to create a weapon that melts flesh instead of healing it?"
"Not helpful, Colonel," Veyne snapped. He turned to his researchers, noting the exhaustion in their postures, the frustration in their eyes.
"Walk me through the challenges again. Slowly."For the next hour, the scientists explained in increasingly technical terms why Osborn's technology might as well have come from another planet.
The pod's quantum processors operated on principles they couldn't decipher.
The VitaCore's nanobots defied conventional manufacturing techniques.
