Small fragments of ice were tossed about on the dark blue surface of the ocean by large waves. From the observer's distance, these waves seemed rather insignificant. The frigid exterior was faintly illuminated by weak, orange beams of light emanating from the obscured horizon, hidden just behind a towering structure.
The sky was a blend of dark red and blue, with hardly any clouds except for a few wispy cirrus formations. Fortunately, the chilly weather was separated from the cozy dining room by a transparent barrier. At this hour, the dining room bustled with activity as people from nearby laboratories gathered around a long buffet table laden with two lengthy portions of in vitro meat – fish and beef.
Korven, however, was primarily focused on the outdoor scenery, gazing up at the sky while cradling a warm mug of tea in both hands. He was lost in the music playing in his ears, undistracted by any messages from home, taking a moment to unwind. Having just finished his meal, he continued to observe the view, framed by the construction site with its numerous mechanical arms and cranes on either side. A solitary moving object, a trimaran drone, was docking directly beneath the section housing the dining room.
And then...
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