Chapter 12
Minutes later, I’m navigating through the forest of vats on our factory floor. Soon, I reach a pair of rusted metal doors on the far-right wall. Written in chipped white paint are the words: Research Lab—Authorized Personnel Only.
In my mind, it might as well say, Mom Only.
Over the years, I’ve imagined all the cool tech Mom built inside. Power boosters. Dimensional lenses. Quantum detectors. I invented versions of that same stuff in my basement lab. But my creations got cobbled together in a small storage area. This is a real laboratory: longer than a city block and filled with equipment.
And today I’m going in. After taking in a long breath, I knock on the door.
“You ready for me?” I ask.
“As ever.”
I step inside. What I see knocks the breath out of my lungs.
So. Much.
