almost feels like a dungeon. think high-tech frankenstein. walls lined with video displays, technical readouts, bizarre medical equipment. on a table in the middle of the room, a sheet drapes over a humanoid form, strapped down at it s invisible limbs. the straps move slightly.  ghostly. wires lead from the body to lots of machinery.
frank s voice echoes through the chamber.
tension in the air.
frank's voice echoes through the chamber.
carter, frank, janice and sarah work at various research stations. the door opens and linda and matt enter.
a bevy of activity below us as the scientists prepare. matt slides the antigen cocktail into the centrifuge and starts it spinning.
the lab is buzzing with the usual activity. linda rolls up sebastian's sleeve, revealing nothing.
linda, matt and sebastian, in latex and scrubs, stare at an electron microscope's video display. on the screen in a sparse colony of blood calls but every second more and more cells appear, filling the gap.
sebastian holds his latex head on his lap, while eeg leads hang suspended in mid-air, outlining his real head. carter analyzes the results.
frank, sarah, carter and janice man various work stations in the lab. linda and matt enter.
frank applies pressure to the wound, waiting for sarah to return. carter's vital signs are weakening,.
linda breaks in the room to see frank slicked in blood, his throat cut, and matt bleeding from multiple stab wounds with an extension cord around his neck being pulled tight.
sebastian looks over the dozens of other test tubes, calculating their combined power in his mind. then he closes the top of the centrifuge. he taps a few commands into its timer.
three.  two.  one. the centrifuge springs to life.