Sorenson drinks and ponders collapse of positron project

Sorenson sits alone drowning his despair in liquor while the positron crisis spirals beyond recovery. Controller Salamar’s abrupt summons via intercom arrives too late to alter the unfolding catastrophe in sector three, where the hybrid’s predations have escalated into open bloodshed and the crew’s deaths mount. The scientist’s private collapse mirrors the project’s wider implosion, revealing his diminishing control and the lethal consequences of hiding the experiment’s failures. His whispered admission about everything going wrong hints at an impending violent transformation, signaling that desperation is curdling into monstrosity. key_dialogue: [ SORENSON: It's all gone so wrong. ]