Shoot for Earth: MedSci Missions 3

They reached a strange lab. It was recognisably a lab if you were looking for one, but not like any lab on Earth. Instead of benches with sinks, there was a grippy grill just above the floor with a periodic spray wash under it. There were no collections of pipettes and flasks, no towers for titrations. Instead, the wall had rows of tiny faucets. Hand motion towards one caused what was probably a single-use beaker sealed like a balloon to fold out under the tiny tap. A narrow conveyer belt powered up at the same time, awaiting instructions, it seemed as to where to take the chemicals. This was all beside the point to Woon; what they needed was the scoop on the Pandora DNA.

Arfus was busy working on that. So was Admiral Eats and his Poid party.

“Don’t touch that,” Arfus said to Eats as sharply as his bot voice allowed. He zoomed over and hovered above the console that Eats was ready to insert a data collection device into.

“As my circuit logic gave high probability for, it turns out that this back-up data base would destroy itself if tampered with. That would include having unknown collection devices inserted. I will use Wi-Fi bombing to find a pattern the console recognises.”

It took ten very long minutes, during which loud voices and banging could be heard outside the door.