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Max hated biology. His was filled with half-finished diagrams of the human circulatory system and messy notes about musculoskeletal tissues. One rainy Tuesday, while staring at a page about the nervous system , a drop of lemonade fell from his glass and hit a diagram of a neuron. Instead of soaking the paper, the drop began to glow. Max looked down
"If you don't finish the lab properly," Cyto warned, pointing toward a dark tunnel labeled Esophagus , "we won't have enough energy to grow you back to full size." He was back in his chair
With one final flourish on the diagram, the workbook emitted a blinding flash of light.