The lab, as I noted before, was silent except for the alarm telling me it was time to get some food in my belly. And even had the alarm not been going I doubt I would have noticed the tiny figure on the floor as I walked over to the minifridge, which held several different samples of chemicals that needed to be stored at colder temperatures, including a Tri-Hexalon agent called Dragon's Breath, a very deadly bioweapon, and something that was call FEV, though where that came from I had no idea, nor was I aware of what it did.
Pushing the vials out of the way, causing them to strike each other and create a very melodious tinkling sound I at last found what I was searching for, a plate wrapped in plastic, holding a sandwich on it. My lunch which I had placed behind the samples as a precaution against someone eating it again, which had happened in the past, including Kokoro herself doing it once, because I happened to like the same type of sandwich that Julian usually made for her, which was a simple thing of cheese, bologna and lettuce between two slices of white bread.
Pulling the plate off the shelf I closed the fridge, wondering again if I should be worried about storing my food around things which were in some cases designed to destroy entire populations, or convert them into something different. Still I'd never heard of anyone getting sick from doing this before, and most of the lab techs did this, including Ko and ?!*$, though the latter wasn't human to begin with, and his name was hard to say out loud, being a series of clicks, hiss, and gruntle noises.
Smiling and wondering where ?!*$ was today, having no seen him at all as Ko and I showed Julian around, I got back to my station, nearly tripping over the power cord which ran up the side of the desk as I placed my sandwich open it and removed the wrapping. Settling into my seat I push a button to turn off the alarm and set about completing a few tasks on my terminal before I started to eat, while at the same time oblivious to the tiny form making its way up the cord, inch by inch, to the top of my desk, and the sandwich that sat there.
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