He plucked a small, dark orchid from a lower shelf. Its petals were the grey of ash, but at their center, a single red spot pulsed like a heartbeat. He handed it to her.
A man in a lab coat that had once been white stood waiting beside an open container. His name tag read Dr. Ishimoto, Chief Lustomic Engineer. lustomic orchid garden terminal island
The fog over Terminal Island always smelled of rust and salt, but tonight it carried something else—a sweet, almost cloying perfume. Lena pulled her coat tighter and followed the scent toward the old shipping container lot. He plucked a small, dark orchid from a lower shelf