“Look, I just don’t think it’s right. There’s no way it should be that color.”
Dr. Phillips swirled the bilious red solution in the beaker.
“Nonsense. It’s perfectly fine. Just a different color than usual, that’s all. Just some minor contamination, perhaps some iron…”
He trailed off, scratching his head, a difficult thing to do through the biohazard suits they were wearing.
“Aha!”
Dr. Phillips set the beaker down as quickly as he could without breaking it and dashed to the airlock.
“Wait, where are you going?”
More mumbling from the doctor, only a few worlds were audible.
”...have to check the papers, this… major developments …”
The rest of it was cut off as the door cycled and the doctor stepped out.
Now it was the lab assistant’s turn to scratch his head. He turned back to the beakers, only to find them bubbling and clear, not quite unlike Sprite.
He didn’t know what came over him next. Maybe it was working for 48 hours straight, or the heat, but whatever it was, he needed to drink that Sprite. Now.