Trixie:
Oh, my God. You're a wicked-cool covert operative masquerading as a sex-toy tycoon?
Hel:
Mm-hmm. My mission was retrieve that... a weaponized vial of synthetic nano-swarm that Gage hijacked from a CIA convoy. It's filled with trillions of self-replicating robo-viruses that latch onto any living organism and suck the carbon out... 'til you, me, even the cockroaches are nothing more than gray goo.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:34