Nine
Tardigradous conversations
Inside the obsessively and neatly kept and down to the germ spotlessly cleaned room wrapped inside shiny white walls, not a sound could be heard. Except for an almost imperceptible flow of the machinery that kept the air smoothly swirling and filtered, pleasantly cool and clean from dust, mold, and particles.
Inside this room, the air moved like a gentle, but invisible summers breeze that unobtrusively kept touching and playing with your skin and hair through its invisible limbs, reminding you that there was something physical moving inside this world with a resemblance of organic life attached to it.
A man could be found sitting every moment of every day in front of the floor to ceiling high windows that made up the entirety of one of the rooms four sea
