Artyom clicked. The download bar crawled forward. 10%... 45%... 98%... 100%.
Artyom froze. His hands shook. He hadn't entered his name anywhere on the site. He reached for the power button on the CPU, but his fingers felt heavy, as if they were turning into wood. He looked down at his arms. Small, green veins were surfacing under his skin, branching out like the root system of a gymnosperm. Artyom clicked
"The cells don't just divide," a note read next to a drawing of an onion skin. "They watch." but his fingers felt heavy