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Elara adjusted the brass goggles on her forehead and stared at the creature in the glass chamber. It had once been a perfectly fine Rhode Island Red named Clucky One. Now, it was a pale, featherless thing that mewed softly and tried to burrow into the straw.

Elara should have stopped. But the golden vials were selling for a hundred thousand dollars now. Chefs, perfumers, and covert bioweapons divisions all wanted pure, decontextualized chicken-ness. And she was curious. Terribly, fatally curious. chkn extractor

She put Clucky Four in the chamber. She pressed the button. The machine groaned, louder than before, and the lights in the lab flickered. The golden vial filled not with liquid, but with a gas that glowed and whispered. Elara adjusted the brass goggles on her forehead

Elara had sold the first vial to a molecular gastronomist for ten thousand dollars. He used it to make a single, perfect nugget that tasted more like chicken than any chicken had ever tasted. Diners wept. Elara should have stopped