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It was quiet. Light streamed through the broad windows of the lab, everything sparse, new, the air still thick with the must of construction only a few weeks prior. Nos-4-a2 was focused, pouring all of his attention into his work. Two shifted slowly in a swivel chair, going from side to side, swiping at a tablet. She was supposed to be looking for a job. Supposed to. Her gaze kept drifting out the window, and she found herself imagining the gardens she was going to plant on their dusty lot. If this would be Nos’s view while he worked, she’d have to make him something nice there. Different fountains and flowers bubbled through her