Jim nearly bounced in his cleansuit and waved the rest of the lab over. He pointed at the display, where the genetically modified amoeba was eating a grey dot and excreting a small black drop.
Everyone cheered, except Sandra. She was new, and was still learning names and projects. Jim saw, and his gloved hands grabbed the shoulders of her cleansuit.
“I’ve made an organism that eats plastic and excretes oil! It’s a perfect recycler! The shortage is over!”
They were all so excited that they missed the black drop running down the edge of the lab’s plastic air seals.