Dorothy had taken the entire initial lab block for herself, tearing out the old equipment that had occupied so much of the space, machines for people who didn’t yet exist. There were now half a dozen incubation machines, each one filled with stacks and stacks of plastic disks. There were at least six new screens she could see, each one filled with constantly-updating information she couldn’t make sense of. Something to do with the “survival rate” of whatever “trials” she was running.