[atipic008]: Ardb - 008.2

The facility didn't shake. There was no explosion. Instead, the white walls of the cell simply began to turn into petals. Thousands of white lilies bloomed from the concrete, their roots drinking the electricity from the dampeners. The smell of ozone was replaced by a suffocating, sweet floral scent.

As the heavy magnetic coils spun up, 008.2 finally looked at the camera. He didn't look angry; he looked sympathetic. He pressed his palm against the violet rift he’d created. Ardb - 008.2 [Atipic008]

"He’s doing it again," whispered Kaelen, a junior researcher. She pointed to the monitors. "The local reality index is dipping. He's pulling the room out of sync." The facility didn't shake