It had been awhile since Guru had time for the lab and little reason to. Most of his business was above board now and his personal supply had lasted awhile. Not like he could work in small batches when a little went a real long way. This was a special time, a special occasion. It marked something and they were having a party for him. Besides Crystal, Guru's idea of a party had a much different definition and if it was for him he might as well have a little fun.


The lab was pristine, orderly, and immaculate. It had to be sequestered and isolated, keeping a clean room wasn't easy. The environment had to be immaculate, no environmental contaminants could be allowed, he would allow his work to be destroyed by random chance. It was a ritual, one from before his awakening, his mentor teaching him about the importance of consistency and accuracy. You cleaned and organized your area, you double and triple checked all your safety regulations, you treated the work for what it was. Dangerous. A lesson he could have learned.


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It was a process Guru had done a thousand times before. It was rote at this point. It was harder to get the catalyst materials for him then to do the work anymore. He knew he could ease the process, use the truths he understood about how the world operated, how the links between each chemical could be tweaked at a whim. Not for this. He always wondered if psychoactive substances were a tool to ease sleeper's minds to the truth or to muddle their understanding of it. He always felt it opened his mind to more and more possibilities beyond what he could understand. He believed in the good it could do.


So when he pulled out that first colorless crystal he couldn't help but frown behind his respirator. It was a thing of beauty, of art, it might have been some of the best work he'd ever done in his life since he'd been able to get his own equipment. But he couldn't help but feel it was all still a lie, bound by the limits of the fallen world. If Plato was right there had to be a perfect form somewhere. Something else to add to his growing list of research to be done.

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