"We have been very clear: you are not to pursue any work outside the goals set forward by the managing director. We are uninterested in any possible recombinant workings of the CMT or related technologies."
"Wait! I was onto something! I saw his broken glyphs! I know what it was!"
"I hope you have an impeccable memory. Maybe you can reconstitute your work."
Gloved fist to the panel. The void devours.
"Somewhere else."
"Fucking Lenisker!" echoes through the empty halls.
Then silence.