Einray and the Biologist
Mary E. Lowd
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Copyright © 2012 by Mary E. Lowd
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The elasti-tron was covered with dried and wilting plants again. Einray grumbled as he started peeling the putrid produce off of the glass sample plate. He hated the squishiness of biology.
"What are you guys doing in here?" Einray asked.
Brent Schweitzer and the other biologists looked amongst each other, waiting to see who would answer him. Finally, Brent gave in and became their representative. "The botany and gengineering labs are still shut down from the accident with Deenah's hallucinogenic moss."
One of the younger scientists glared at Brent. She must have been Deenah. "It wasn't an accident," she said. "It was supposed to transmit neuro-waves that would interfere with human brains." She dusted her hands off, but they stayed dirty from the potting soil she'd been shaking out of a flower's root system. "I just didn't think it would work," she said. "That's all."