AND YET, HERE I DREAM. [OPEN]

The room echoed with the tapping of keys along the board and was illuminated in a somber way by the view screen he had been using. It was as if the entire room had been robbed of it's light and lead to a single focal point where he was sitting. The room had a clean yet out of place smell, as if it was constantly scrubbed with solution. In truth this was to prevent any sort of cultures from decaying or becoming contaminated and yet these necessities gave the lab an eerie feeling.

What one might seem as essential work was in reality a monotonous and low key task. Maxwell was simply cataloging specimens and recording the advancement data. Tasks he would direct to someone lower than he was in his real life but even over two centuries old there was still he didn't understand. But he was able to oblige with ease, tend to the subjects and learn what he could from them and run his own tests in his free time which was limited. The tasks were decided by rank and rank was decided by strength, unfortunately he cared little to prove his mettle and more so to prove his mind. His time would come.

For now he understood the importance of everyone's part in research, while what he was not doing was the most importance of tasks it would lead to a resolution. Whether the resolution was to aide their fight against the enemy or perhaps deal with themselves in their own way, he was not to say. He was there to assist in what way he could until the time came to where he could work on projects of his own. He had his time to research and learn, cultivating experiments and ideas but it wasn't enough.