The lab glows with live-feed light, every monitor stacked with green status bars. On the side display, a private reaction note sits beside the checksum log. Outgoing packets keep streaming to the public network.
Abby Stone stands over the projection lane as the recruits hold their final poses, proof made flesh and telemetry. Arthur watches the integrity readout. Victoria tracks the perimeter. Maren studies the audience feed, relieved but alert.
Arthur Blues
Checksum is still clean. The broadcast is holding.
Victoria
Perimeter is quiet. No new intrusion.
The First Athlete
We are stable. Send it as-is.
The Female Bodybuilder
Controlled. Measured. Exactly what the data says.
The Tallest Athlete
Let them see it. All of it.
The Second Athlete
Then the record is public now.
A sudden spike flickers across the outgoing packet list, then settles, waiting on Abby’s next command. The room holds its breath around her decision.
“I send the broadcast”
SUCCESS (Great Computers, rolled -3)
Abby commits the command. The spike flashes green, and the packet queue surges forward as one clean stream.
The public network accepts it. The broadcast is out, carrying the recruits, the checksum, and the lab’s proof into the open.
A private alert blossoms on the side display beside the reaction note, then quiets again. Arthur’s shoulders drop a fraction as the readout holds.
Arthur Blues
It’s live. Clean transfer, no corruption.
Victoria
Perimeter stays locked. Nothing gets back in now.
Maren Vale
That’s the record now. No one can unsee it.
The recruits keep their poses under the monitor glow, steady as statues while the last packets vanish off-screen. In the lab, the tension finally breaks into a hard, satisfied silence.
The broadcast lock clicked green. On every screen, the serum data held steady and clean.
Victoria
It made it. All of it.
Arthur Blues
No corruption. No spin. Just proof.
Abby Stone
Then let them see what we built.
Maren Vale
Legacy, sealed and sent.
Around the lab, the athletes stood bright under the feed lights, calm and undeniable.
The serum was no longer rumor or leverage. It was public record, and Abby Stone's name went with it, carried intact into the wider world. Max Powers was reduced to a footnote beneath the force of her success, and the lab finally breathed as a victor's room.