Title: The Sacred Geometry of Life

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(V-02: Jazz Age Idealism) The laboratory in lower Manhattan smelled of ozone and expensive gin. Outside, the city was a roar of saxophone melodies and the frantic energy of a thousand dancing feet. Inside, Julian sat in a glass cylinder, his physical form reduced to a shimmering, translucent cloud of cellular intelligence. He did not mourn the loss of his skin. To Julian, the human body was a...

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