Lizards Sleep
He views the quarters. These wouldn't be considered improved quarters by any stretch of the imagination. It was Cooper's brilliant insight into the complexities of the genetic code that landed him here, not his fashion sense.
The lab building itself resembles a fortress on bedrock. Lizards sleep on algae-strewn protective walls as if huge fangs sinking into lush photosynthetic flesh. Hidden passes lead into obscure openings. The laws here were laid down millions of years ago, and no one or nothing abandoned them without instant repercussion.
Cooper's own words surprised him. They weren't planned. They emerged in slow motion. He liked their sound.
"Titanium plates," he would think. Interesting. So if you are ever murdered, they would be able to identify your body for centuries.
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