Primary Lab

The Primary Lab pulses with subdued urgency, a sterile yet vital scientific hub where teams labor under flickering monitor lights. Workstations cluttered with holographic projections and DNA sequencers hum with quiet intensity, each screen reflecting the exhaustion and determination of researchers racing against time. Stark overhead illumination casts blue-white pools across chrome surfaces, amplifying the clinical atmosphere where breakthroughs and desperation walk a thin line. This is Pulaski’s chosen battleground—where she defies physical collapse to wrestle with genetic calamity, her gaunt reflection ghosting across dormant equipment. The space thrums with unspoken tension between containment protocols and scientific defiance, its very air charged with the weight of life-and-death calculations.