Warm lighting, lavish décor, and old-timey music with a strong sense of the era—this is a bar with extravagant furnishings. Even by today’s standards, the place is steeped in a powerful sense of technology. It’s not the sleek, rounded industrial design modern folks expect, but that rugged, Cold War-era tech vibe is pretty darn appealing.
This is the entertainment zone of the Tiberius Laboratory.
Since when has Sophia ever been stingy? When it comes to design and construction, her motto is always: go big or go home. She’s not much for entertainment herself, but she knows that regular folks stuck in cramped spaces for too long can run into all sorts of mental roadblocks—sometimes even serious psychological issues. That’s why this entertainment area exists.
Here’s how it went down.
She once suggested to Adam that the lab staff take turns on breaks—swap out every month or two to keep claustrophobia at bay.
But Adam shot it down.
His reasoning? Lab work is full of fiddly details you can’t grasp without long stretches of hands-on experience. Rotating shifts could mean botched experiments or missed crucial data. So, he proposed setting up a dedicated Operations Bureau, appointing an Operations Chief, and coordinating everyone’s breaks based on research progress.
Sophia thought it over and figured he had a point, so she agreed.
Then Adam suggested Parker Peterson as the first Operations Chief of Tiberius Laboratory. Sophia didn’t care much for this smiley, seemingly harmless guy—she couldn’t say why, but he just rubbed her the wrong way. Still, Adam talked her into it.
“Sophia, you shouldn’t waste your energy on this kind of messy business.” Adam’s voice was as gentle as ever, his eyes just as dreamy and captivating. “I can’t help you with the science stuff—I’m no scientist, and I can’t keep up with your brain. But there are things I can do well for you.”