You swing the emergency axe, shattering the brittle glass of the control panels in a spray of sparks and circuits. The smell of ozone fills the lab as you yank open the acid line from the maintenance kit and pour it over the incubators. It hisses and steams, eating through cables and nutrient tanks alike. One of the cracked eggs lets out a faint chirp before melting into silence. You watch it burn, heart pounding. The jungle never wanted this. Maybe it’s time we stopped trying to control what should have remained wild.