In a lab that keeps no records, a dish is seeded before dawn.
You are what survived the last passage. One violet cell, one nucleus, no name on the slide.
The medium is rich and finite. Green protein drifts in at the rim, and so do the red ones — introduced to keep the count down. Eat and you grow; grow and you are easier to find.
Sixty passages deep. A fresh culture every day. Nothing leaves the dish.
Get a life back and resume this level exactly where you fell, with your progress intact. Killer cells nearby will be cleared.
The culture is yours. The dish is clear.