"What kind of energy?" Dahmer demanded. The mechanical voice-box in his gray-charcoal mask ground out the question. He stood completely naked under the white laboratory lights, his pale, marble-like skin glistening with a cold sweat, entirely unbothered by his lack of clothing. His silver eyes burned through his dark visor, locking onto the elderly researcher. "Break down the data, Julian. What exactly is sitting in my blood stream?"
Dr. Julian swallowed hard, his fingers trembling as he tapped the digital tablet, sending the glowing red data charts onto the main wall-sized monitor. The horizontal lines representing Dahmer's cellular health were jagged, fluctuating in chaotic spikes that signaled an internal war.
