The vat itself was huge, wall- sized. Filled with some sort of clear bubbling gel. Suspended inside were dozens of oddly shaped pink organisms with wires and tubes running from them to a bank of humming equipment stacked beside the tank. Armitage, who had already stopped in his tracks, could only regard them in wonderment. From a distance the pink things looked like an unlikely hybrid of flowers, peeled fruit, and some species of embryonic winged animal whose like he’d never seen—they resembled a flock of tiny, skinned angels.
Then he came closer and realized what he was looking at.
I think I’ve lost some respect for you learning that you have to breathe at all. I figured a being such as yourself would be beyond such limitations.
I’ve convinced so many ten year olds to drown in a river after drinking my “water breathing potions from minecraft” it’s like printing my own money mods this is a joke this is clearly a joke
