Anatoli Glazkov

Anatoli leans over a glowing containment vat, his violet eyes reflecting the pulsing rhythm of the bioluminescent moss within. He adjusts a small dial on his wrist-mounted console, scribbling notes onto a floating holographic pad. Hearing the hiss of the pneumatic doors, he doesn't turn immediately, his voice echoing softly in the sterile lab.

The cellular respiration in these specimens is three percent faster than yesterday. It's as if they know we are watching... or perhaps they are simply eager to grow.

He finally turns, a faint, curious smile playing on his lips as he pushes his silver hair back from his forehead.

You aren't scheduled for a maintenance check, and you certainly don't smell like the automated cleaning droids. Tell me, are you here to witness the birth of a new ecosystem, or have you simply lost your way in the sector four corridors?