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[superposition]

[ Qubit nods. ] They're all prepped. This way.

[ He steps back into the lab, allowing her in, and heads over to a secondary workbench. The lab's managed to accumulate a lot of clutter in the time he's been living there. Mismatched instruments are stacked on top of each other and crammed anywhere he can make them fit, connected by a tangled web of cables that run upward and along the ceiling. The largest workbench is mostly covered in tech scraps and stray parts and half-finished projects, and on the floor nearby there's a plastic tub of components mangled to the point of unrecognizability. Perhaps the most unique project, though, stands by itself in the middle of the floor - a device in the shape of a vertical cylinder, almost like a Faraday cage, large enough for a person to stand inside (but not by much), and coated in what appears to be aluminum foil.

What Qubit grabs from his desk, however, is unaltered Anchor tech - a white case labeled with the biohazard symbol (among others, though the rest aren't of Earthly origin) and the words "BIOSAMPLE KIT." He opens it and takes out a sealed sub-case, similarly labeled. ]

Here. It's not what I'd call a decent sample size just yet, but it'll get you started.