Suitable Bags of Flesh

Chapter 5

Slurping dried-up tapioca pearls from a small bowl in front of a closed office door sent Dr. Munar no relief from the warm aircon breeze. The aircon had stopped working for one hour to annoy every person in the room. He, and four other people, have been seated in the conference room of **** for more than an hour now. The incident of the aircon failure heightens how uncomfortable their silence has been since.

Stifling was a word that best described the majority of the time these five people spent in the room since his arrival. None guessed why, nor spoke first; although, Dr. Munar felt their tension resulted from the confirmed “Dimension Pocket” incident within C-city. Having it confirmed the previous evening felt like a reality check the gods scripted.

It had not been past twenty-four hours of this new day in C-city, and they’re already in a deep conspiracy. Or a “science experiment gone wrong,” which was preferable to the latter.

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