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[Koekepan]

It's the 17th of March. It's 2060. It's a hilltop on the fringes of the Seattle Enclave.

It's raining, in the sort of fitful drizzle that passes for rain in this region. Curtains of grey drift in from the Pacific, and bend around the mountains until they soak the dull brown countryside with a blend of water and all the filth driven into the atmosphere by a hyperactive industry. It's too early for the tree pollen to be very active, but the coal furnaces on the other side of the Pacific wash down the Enclave in an infinitesimal dusting of soot.

Inside the BioZu R&D offices, it's fairly busy. The middle of the week means that both ends of the 4/10 shift are in the office, so wednesdays are favoured days for corporate announcements, collective birthday parties, and growth medium deliveries. The droplets lazily ambling their way down the windows of the offices are largely ignored from inside, as being far less interesting than the employee break room, and even that gets less attention than computers, desks or prototyping equipment.

It's 9AM, and a driver is just delivering the regular monthly birthday cake (the size of a truck's wheel and tyre together) to the kitchenette. At least they shell out for good cake.

Upstairs, on the third floor, Klaus and Maria arrived early for some kind of meeting. Probably hashing out what the likely products for the next five year horizon planning will look like. They're not always in this office, but split their time between here and the main production facilities elsewhere. It's good when they're here, because the office staff always make sure that the dispensers in the kitchenette are well stocked up with goodies, but mostly they show up, have two or three meetings, toast the birthdays, and leave.

Another day in paradise.