[s1e11] Fabrication — No Password

"All systems nominal," the lab’s AI, Hera, replied. "But I must remind you, Arthur: the simulation yielded a forty percent failure rate for the feedback loop."

But as he looked closer, his blood ran cold. On the inside of the lid, where his father’s initials should have been, were his own. And underneath them, a date: tomorrow.

"Arthur, the power draw is spiking," Hera warned. "You’re pushing the resolution beyond the hardware's limits."

Arthur gasped, ripping the headband off. He leaned over the workbench, expecting to find a pile of scrap or a puddle of molten silver.