Leavitt spins around in her chair and looks at the clock. It’s after midnight.
“Oh my God,” says Leavitt, terrified. She sinks her chin to her chest, then puts her head in her hands and leans against the console.
She restarts the lab display, showing a partial playback “COMMENCING WITH 500 < CULTURE DESIG > CHOCOLATE
“Doctor Leavitt, you have a midnight conference,” says an announcement. “The signal has struck twice.”
“I heard!” shouts Leavitt, then in a calmer voice, “I heard. I’ve been busy.” She grimaces, taps several buttons, and stands up from the console.
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