Aroha sighed as she stared at the cells in the petri dish. Watching cells react with random chemical compounds wasn’t her idea of fun, but she had nothing else to do and it was ‘progressive science’ although what was progressive about waiting for the right cell to react with the right chemical at the right temperature, with the right measurements at the right time wasn’t she didn’t know. The results might be progressive, but that was provided she actually achieved results.

She fiddled a little more with the microscope focus, zooming in a little on one particular cell. Very, very carefully she got used the focus to direct her movement of the fine needle that she was aiming to inject into the cell. Lost in her focus she was completely zoned out to the rest of the world as the needle slowly shifted closer and closer to the cell wall.

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