Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air of the lab. Dr. Evans' email arrived, announcing his move. David saw it, his hand barely pausing as he adjusted the focus on the microscope. He finished his observations, making careful notes. He gathered his equipment, placing each item in its designated spot. He thought about the potential impact, but ultimately decided to proceed with his current experimentation, as scheduled.