The great barrier reef. Off the coast of Australia, it was widely considered one of the most beautiful natural landmarks on earth. It had been grown over hundreds of years, if not thousands. Now, though, it needed a helping hand. The coral bleaching caused by sea pollution was working much faster than it could create - and when humans caused a problem, some were partial to solving it.
So too, Dr. Taylor Gibson. She called herself a 'marine biologist' when she wanted to keep it simple, but her current project was of a different scope. Stimulating the growth of coral reefs from within their polyps without damaging the polyps themselves, and without intervening too much in the natural order. Creating
too much
coral would have its own detriments. They've had to halt a few experiments to make sure things wouldn't get out of hand within their aquarium already.
Today's experiment was probably going to go that way, too. Most of the chemical balance in their current packet was okay, but with some volatile substances among it... she wasn't quite sure what to expect this time. At least they'd get some pretty miniature reefs out of it, though.
"Okay... Test 87 of the 'Coral Timelapse' project, starting now. Any precautions we need to take?"
She turned towards some of her colleagues, who were working the equipment while she handled the living matter. They all shook their heads - the routine was clear by now.
At the confirmation, she stepped towards the next basin - fairly small, filled with only a few hundred polyps. One blase motion later, the chemicals were poured into the basin, spreading through quickly. Taylor could hear the gentle whirring of the sensitive detectors, like usual, but nothing seemed particularly out of place. Perhaps she'd just noticed it too late, or something?
As the first grounds of coral started forming, she eyed her colleagues.
"Anything out of the ordinary?"
"Doesn't look like it. Except... oh, this one might be a bust."
"Already?"
"Yep, looks like the polyps are reproducing very quickly. Noting about twenty new ones, growing into adulthood pretty quick too. That'd be devastating to the ecosystem."
Taylor shook her head. This had taken quite a bit of work. Well, it was about time they wrapped up anyway, so...
"Well, let's wait for the juice to run out and clear it out. Get the little guys a new basin, then we'll clock out for today, aight?"
"Aight," the rest responded in chorus. Standard procedure - it would take about ten minutes for the chemicals to stop working, then they'd move the polyps to a new place for later testing. This time, though...
The growth and reproduction of the polyps was going much faster than expected. They didn't exactly have space for a new reef, but on close inspection Taylor could
see
just how many new polyps were being born. The miniature reef was trying to extend further than it could reach. In a few minutes, it had reached the top of the basin, and was pushing at the glass walls. She turned to her colleagues, wanting to signal that they might have to forcefully stop this one, but unfortunately, she was a tad too late.
The glass shattered behind her, and she felt a stream of water hit her back - seeping into her clothing, against her skin, down her legs. She jumped a foot into the air, nearly slipping when she hit the ground again.
Fuck
, that was cold!
"Shit! Taylor, you okay?" Her colleagues quickly ran up to her, checking for broken glass and glad to see she wasn't wounded or anything. The coral didn't seem to be growing any further, at least.
"Yeah, I'm good. It's just a bit of water," she brushed off, standing back up, "it's not great, but it's the end of the day anyway."
"You sure? Don't know if it's safe to have all those polyps on you, all things considered."
"Nah, I'll be fine. The body warmth shouldn't be enough to sustain them, they'll be dried out fast enough."
"If you say so."
From there, it was a quick task of cleaning, reporting, and getting the hell out of here. This hadn't been too exciting a day, so Taylor was eager to just get home and jump straight into bed at this point, self-care be damned. She could brush her teeth some other time. Whatever was itching on her legs and her back could be left for tomorrow's her.
An uneventful drive home later, and she stumbled into her little apartment. It felt like she was dragging her feet by now - heavy, lumbering. It was only when she glanced into a mirror that she noticed something was off.