Week One Location: MIT Biolab 4, Late Afternoon The lab hummed with a low mechanical rhythm ;  the gentle thrum of filtration vents, the soft pulse of data monitors, and the hiss of sterilized air pushing through glass chambers. Outside, dusk bled orange through the bio-dome skylights, catching on the silver edges of their equipment. Sarah squatted by the glass pod, adjusting the growth rate controls on her engineered moss system. Tiny filaments pulsed faint green under the nutrient light, stretching toward the warmth like living circuitry. Across the room, Owen projected engine thermal charts into the air ;  blue