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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.

For months, Arthur had been obsessing over the "Ghost Link"—a theoretical interface that could bridge the gap between organic neural pathways and synthetic hardware without the need for invasive surgery. Tonight, the prototype was finally complete. It sat on the central workbench, a shimmering web of silver filaments suspended in a gel-filled sphere. [S1E11] Fabrication

Arthur gasped, ripping the headband off. He leaned over the workbench, expecting to find a pile of scrap or a puddle of molten silver. But as he looked closer, his blood ran cold