The immensity of the complex all converges in this one room to produce these tiny vials of blue liquid. Biological nano-machines. Little engineers, designed to restitch flesh, refill empty bones, and reconnect synapses.
He stands at the window of the observation deck, looking down at the cadaver in the operating room below. One of their adult T. rex, sadly killed in its prime by disease and torn apart by the scavengers in the park.
He looks down at the vial in its containment case. He's seen it reanimate a worm. That's the largest they've gone with the nano-machines. In principle, the same process could apply to anything of any size. You just need more of them and more energy. A lot more energy.
He picks up the comm unit. 'Udeski? Yeah it's me. I need you to reroute mains power to the ops deck for an hour. I know. I know. We'll lose power in the station for a little bit, but trust me, it'll be worth it.'
Paddy Dobson
23rd February 2022