Barbie didn’t scream. She didn’t run to the dean. She did what any good lab rat does when she smells something rotten in the autoclave: she replicated.
Barbie smiled. Not her real smile—the one she used when a postdoc tried to mansplain PCR to her. barbie brill lab rat
The animals hadn’t just formed stronger memories. They’d formed false ones. Implanted ones. Barbie didn’t scream
Barbie set down the cup. “Dr. Voss, are you threatening me?” barbie brill lab rat
“Leaving so soon, Dr. Brill?”