Next came the surgical and maintenance logs for the neural control implants.
The entries weren't dense, incomprehensible research formulas.
Yet, as Professor Elias Thorne and the other experts scanned the text, their expressions shifted dramatically. "This... this is..."
One of them leaned forward, fixated on the timestamps. "The initial implantation record for a neural control device?"
Serena didn't answer immediately. She tilted her head, looking at the Med-Tech member double-checking the equipment. "Do they match?"
The man checked the diagnostic results in his hand, then glanced at the markings on the exterior of the pod, nodding. "We've verified it twice. The data is sound."
These logs were pulled directly from the pod's onboard systems.
And they were confirmed by the ship's own crew.
So what was being displayed wasn't just some offhand guess by The Panacea.
Several faces in the audience visibly paled.
Anyone with an ounce of expertise could interpret the data projected on the massive screen, and it looked nothing like the research from Aria Wynn's era.
It looked entirely like subsequent modifications built upon certain foundational theories.
To be precise, someone had bastardized those theories and performed grotesque, twisted enhancements.
"So... this Specimen Fourteen wasn't created by Aria Wynn?" someone asked.
She scoffed again. "Neural repair was meant to save lives."
"I never expected someone to take Aria Wynn's legacy and bastardize it into a Counterfeit Asset like this."
Her slender finger tapped against the control logs, her expression a mask of ruthless mockery. "They build this monstrosity, and then they hide behind her name."
"What? Is the real architect behind these modifications too afraid to step into the light?"
Her words were the ultimate insult.
This was exactly how she chose to clear Aria Wynn's name—clearing her grandmother's legacy right in front of the entirety of Project Zero-Transit!

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