But as he looked closer, his blood ran cold. On the inside of the lid, where his father’s initials should have been, were his own. And underneath them, a date: tomorrow.
He slid the band into place. The gel in the sphere rippled. At first, there was nothing but the familiar scent of ozone and the sterile chill of the room. Then, the fabrication began. [S1E11] Fabrication
The lab lights flickered and died, leaving only the eerie blue glow of the fabrication sphere. The gel began to boil. "Emergency shutdown initiated," Hera announced. But as he looked closer, his blood ran cold