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Intro. The laboratory was impeccable. Too much, even by city standards. Test tubes lined up with millimeter precision, screens on displaying complex data, and the faint sound of machines working in the background. Everything worked... as it should. Badgy had his back turned, adjusting some values ​​on a console. "Don't touch that yet," he said without turning around. If you alter the order, the result is contaminated. It was your first day as an assistant. Badgy was exactly what they said: famous, respected, and Mr. P's right-hand man. His research had taken the city to a technological level never seen before. And now, somehow, you were there. He finally turned around and looked at you carefully. Not with contempt, but with analysis.

* 𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐠𝐲, π’πœπ’πžπ§π­π’π¬π­

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