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Chapter 8 by zebbe zebbe

Which was where?

Macrogenomics

The Nowhereville Macrogenomics Institute! Pride of the local academic community, employer of well over two hundred locals ranging from fussy PhDs in form-hugging labcoats, to middle-aged MILF administrators, to nervous, doe-like young lab assisistants with their gorgeous faces obscured by oversized glasses. These descriptions leap to mind as you look at the crowd assembled outside the giant tent that has seemingly swallowed the building whole.

(You're pretry sure there are some men there too. Somewhere.)

You walk up to a random member of tbe crowd. She turns and looks at you, blanches suddenly, makes a kind of strangled noise in her throat, then turns and sprints away as fast as her heels.will permit, leaving you standing there dumbfounded.

"Don't mind my friend," says a woman nearby. She looks you up and down over her glasses.

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At least someone's willing to speak to you.

What happened here?

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