Kavya points at the genetic diversity chart, while Sūrya touches her mesh-implant scar and Moss stands still, hands on knees.Sūrya grips the bench edge, studying the genetic diversity chart that floats in the warm, louvered light.Moss's head tilts back in an uncontrolled laugh, his amber-streaked eyes half-shut, as the Antarctikans react with surprise.Priya's face tightens as she holds 800,000,000 floating above her palm, the biolab a blurred backdrop.Moss and Sūrya stand by the lab door, his inhuman stance and her composed profile set against deep shadows.Moss and Sūrya sit in the warm-lit biolab, surrounded by the silent, blurred faces of Antarctic council members.Priya sits at the table, hand gripping the seat, as enzyme pathways and molecular structures float above her palm, casting cool light on her face.Moss, post-modification, sits in the observation chamber, his amber-streaked eyes reflecting the genetic bottleneck curve on the wall.Moss laughs genuinely, amber eyes nearly closed, as Sūrya stands surprised, the council's faces pulling back in reaction.Moss turns his hands slowly, the calluses thinned and lighter, under the warm, soft glow of the biolab's light.
