Artyom froze. His hands shook. He hadn't entered his name anywhere on the site. He reached for the power button on the CPU, but his fingers felt heavy, as if they were turning into wood. He looked down at his arms. Small, green veins were surfacing under his skin, branching out like the root system of a gymnosperm.
"The cells don't just divide," a note read next to a drawing of an onion skin. "They watch." Artyom froze
Suddenly, a notification popped up at the bottom of the screen. It wasn't an ad. It was a chat box from a user named V.V. Pasechnik . "Is the homework finished, Artyom?" the message asked. but his fingers felt heavy