Clinic Grey.
Atop the long white table lay an opened silver briefcase.
Inside the briefcase rested a jar about half the length of a forearm, in which a completely transparent kidney was soaked in a dark green solution.
It was made of an unknown flexible material, and its exquisitely delicate structure made one marvel at the advanced civilization capable of crafting such a meticulous miracle.
And yet, this "miracle," embodying thousands of research achievements, was but a speck of dust fallen from a great era.
Fascination written all over his face, Grey traced a bony forefinger across the surface of the jar, muttering softly to himself.
"BIO-166..."
"What?"
"The code for this item..."
Grey, intoxicated, sighed in admiration, "A bionic organ from Ideal City, a crystallization of mechanical engineering and biology. It's the most perfect substitute for a biological organ, so flawless it's like a work of art... even if it's just a replica."