In a university there was a lab. And in this lab there lived a postdoc. One day in the third month of their the postdoc heard a rap on their door. It was the professor! They said the postdoc would soon be approached by 12 undergrads, and…
<300 pages of worldbuilding later>
“You must take the samples! And throw them into the synchrotron! I am too old and burnt out to do it!” pleaded the old postdoc to the phd student.
<500 pages of more worldbuilding>
“I did the testing, but the results are not meant for me. I must now travel to the West, into the Private Sector.” said the PhD at their graduation party.
> mfw I live in Walkable city > want to walk around in it > walkway is a fucking tiny narrow corridor of concrete > be forced to walk between congested car traffic and escooters, with no pedestrian crossings anywhere > get run over by some clueless skateboarder