"Liam," Ulysses Yates began, his voice taking on a gravelly, reverent tone over the encrypted line. "I know I already sent you that first dose of the Experimental Stem Cells. But I’ve been consulting with the specialist—the man is a ghost, a true master of bio-enhancement. He informed me that the second formula I just sent over acts as a catalyst. Its properties are designed to harmonize with the cellular restructuring of the first dose. On its own, it’s potent, but together, they create a physiological synergy that... well, it’s supposed to push the human threshold for recovery and vitality."
"Slow down, Ulysses," Liam Livingston interrupted, feeling a familiar throbbing behind his eyes as the Proprietor of the Harbor Grand went into a long-winded pseudo-scientific lecture. "Save the tec
