Anatoly’s medical lab

Anatoly's medical lab

Anatoly shrugged, grinding his teeth. Her visits were a nice distraction, but he could do without the lectures on his brother’s curse and his own lack of ethics. Progress did not care about right or wrong, only possible and not possible. Evolution was unstoppable and it was not limited to organic life.
If only she knew just how many of Ivan’s nocturnal flights of fancies went undetected, replaced, or altered by Anatoly before dawn, and spirited away to a hidden workshop far beneath the castle. It was just a pity he had not beaten their little robotic spy to the study on this occasion.

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