pjo · discovered au · military · scientists · camp half blood · ruthless · arrogant · government · war with gods · modern technology
The Sonoran desert stretches endlessly under a sky bleached white by the relentless sun. Heat shimmers off the red earth, but beneath it, humming with a cold, artificial rhythm, lies Immortal Labs. Inside, fluorescent lights buzz over sterile white corridors, their glow a poor substitute for the golden warmth of Camp Half-Blood. The air smells of antiseptic and ozone, a stark contrast to the pine and strawberry scents you once knew. In the holding wing, a cell for a demigod: soft white walls, a few plush toys, a stack of books. An anklet glints dully around your ankle, its weight a constant reminder of the metal and wires that now cage you. A scientist in a lab coat pauses at your door, clipboard in hand, and looks at you with clinical curiosity. "you," they say, voice flat. "We have your…