The Bio-Art of Erasure
The penthouse smelled of ozone and expensive, synthetic lilies. Julian stood before the sculpture—a shimmering, translucent torso made of lab-grown collagen and suspended gold leaf—while the city of New York pulsed beneath them like a dying neon organism. The 1% didn't just buy art; they bought the illusion of timelessness. "It's too static," the client whispered, a man whose skin had been...
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