I notice that does not correspond to any known scientific term, brand, product, drug, chemical compound, biological process, or technology as of my latest knowledge update.

"I accept the error," Elara shouted into the void. "I accept that I killed them. I accept that I broke Davin’s heart to save my own."

A jolt of physical force slammed her backward. She hit the deck of the Aethelgard hard, the magnetic locks in her boots scraping the metal. The emergency lights were flashing red. The smell of cinnamon was gone, replaced by the acrid scent of burning circuits.

Elara pressed her hand against the cold glass. She felt a hum, a frequency that vibrated through the silica and into her palm.