Late Night in the Cleanroom

The hum of the laminar airflow filtration units in Cleanroom Delta was a hypnotic, low-frequency drone that had filled Sienna’s ears for forty-eight consecutive hours. It was two-thirty in the morning, and the temperature inside the Class 100 cleanroom was maintained at a rigid, unforgiving forty-two degrees Fahrenheit to prevent the degradation of temperature-sensitive peptide solutions. Sienna stood before an automated biosafety cabinet, dressed in a full-body white Tyvek bunny…