The Illuminerdy

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100 Word RPG Hook: Mirror, Mirror

She grunted, frustrated; annoyed that the easy way to get past the door was laying dead behind her, blood already congealed beneath the all-black fatigues. She returned to the body. Perfect: a radio. She pressed a key on her subvocals while she keyed the microphone. A man’s voice spoke. “Control station this is patrol…*static*...Scanner down here is on the fritz. Try the override?”

No response. Still, the door hissed open.

Massive tubes filled the humid lab. Man-shaped silhouettes floated in bubbling liquid. She swiped at the condensation. This one was -- would be? -- a woman.

She stared into her own eyes.