Erik was nearly done unpacking the parcel he received. Many were things that couldn’t be manufactured on Seraph. The station had a limited capacity to fabricate objects, far inferior to those found in the flying cities. Yet, the station’s fabrication was sufficient. It could make organic matter, synthetically aged items, various polymers, and so on. But, it required very special equipment to create organic matter that worked, and even more so to create it at scale.
Yeast was one such matter.
Erik couldn’t tell if his own research was stagnating. No one on Seraph knew exactly what Erik did, sometimes not even Erik himself. He had no lab, made little to no additions to the library, and seemed annoyingly intent on befriending everyone.
So of course, he needed yeast. It was, as far as anyone had achieved, impossible for this kind of yeast to create a starter. The hypoallergenic genetic modifications came at the cost of the long-term reproduction of the yeast.
Now, how was he to get an oven into his quarters without anyone noticing?