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‘Jett Harper,’ the judge called, and Jett rose. ‘How do you plead?’
Jett stared at him unwaveringly. ‘I’d like to tell my story first.’
‘About how you killed eight people and left them on Seriph?’
‘I’d like to tell the true story.’
The judge sighed. ‘In that case, begin.’
Alec wiped a bead of sweat from his temple as he turned the dial up on the thermostat beside the glass tank. He paused, eyes narrowing at the Seriphid that crouched motionless behind the glass, eyes closed.
Jett hummed quietly and jotted down the new temperature in his notebook before turning to his lab-hand.
‘If exposed to high temperatures such as these,’ he explained, ‘proteins in human cells denature and the person dies. It messes with y