Kali walked around Amal’s lab, and was filled with wonder as she looked at the various plants that were growing along the antigrav planters floating alongside a wall. She didn’t just look, but she also touched them, and smelled them.
She felt a deep human relief from doing those simple acts. Something about being around them made her feel lighter, calmer.
But she wasn’t here for the plants. She was here for other reasons.
“How’re you holding up?” Kali asked. “I noticed you’ve been acting a little different since that Earth Call a few cycles ago.”
“I’m fine,” Amal replied.
She was in the center of her lab, in front of the central standing terminal. There, she was attempting to combine various refined extracts together in an attempt to reengineer more potent medicines.
But found her concentration was lacking, and simply couldn’t do anything properly. Amal uttered a light curse in Arabic, out of utter frustration.