บท 45: doctors, and office hours

[inner city, nexus]

The laboratory is lit in fluorescent whites. There are little to no windows in the halls – in lieu of them are countless aluminum vents that span from entrance to the deep interior. The building is of maze-like intricacy and the only personnel able to navigate are those of upper tier standing.

Congruous with its monochromatic slate is the noiselessness of the place – nothing but white noise from bright lights, the occasional footsteps, soft breathing and very rarely, a conversation or two from passing researchers. All of them are equally as serious in nature.