A Filian scientist stands before a glass pane sipping a sugary XL cafe drink clutched in her three fingered hand. She's thin for a Filian at two hundred pounds. She stares off into the distance nervously as a hover tanker goes by carrying industrial waste out of the city. She felt a prickling under her skin everytime she saw the results of production and the byproducts of a consumer driven world.

"It's fine. They'll dispose of it properly. Alice, get a hold of yourself."

She sat back down with a sigh. The meeting today was tough. There had to be some changes to the way things were done to secure funding. Sponsors had to be taken. People fired. Alice was glad the boss considered her valuable.