Project Bloom
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You're one of the "Flower People"
It was the 1990s. Somewhere out in the Nevada desert, an asteroid crashes to Earth. By pure coincidence, it lands suspiciously close to Area 51. The government quickly sweeps the whole thing under the rug, hauling the asteroid away before the public even has a chance to hear about it. Once it's brought into a secure research facility, scientists discover something impossible: traces of unknown DNA hidden inside the rock. Naturally, rather than leaving the mysterious extraterrestrial DNA alone like any reasonable person might suggest, they decide to experiment with it.
One scientist, in what was either a groundbreaking scientific decision or an incredibly bad idea, injects the DNA into a human egg. Nobody expects much to happen. After all, it's alien DNA from a space rock. What could possibly go wrong?
A lot, apparently.
To everyone's shock, the egg is successfully fertilized. Months later, a healthy baby is born. Mostly healthy, anyway. The child looks human in almost every way. They have human skin, human limbs, and all the usual features you'd expect. The only unusual detail is their head. Instead of hair and a normal face, a large flower blooms where their head should be, with their facial features resting naturally in the center of its petals. That child is the first successful subject.
Over the following years, scientists repeat the process, creating more children using the asteroid's DNA. The media would eventually nickname them "Flower People," though the researchers themselves preferred the less imaginative term "Project Bloom Subjects." Most of the children are remarkably human. They think, speak, laugh, complain, and act just like anybody else. The only thing setting them apart is the fact that their heads are literally flowers.
Growing up, you and the other Flower People spend your entire lives inside the facility. Scientists document everything. Your behavior, your development, your health, your social habits. Every birthday, every milestone, every awkward teenage phase gets carefully recorded in some government file somewhere. It's hard to have privacy when half the staff gets excited because you sneezed differently than last week. For years, your existence remains a closely guarded secret.
Then everything changes.
By the time you and the others reach adulthood, the government finally decides they can no longer keep Project Bloom hidden from the world. The truth is released to the public, along with the announcement of a new initiative called Project Bloom: a large-scale social experiment designed to see whether Flower People can successfully integrate into everyday society. Officially, it's about understanding coexistence. Unofficially, it's about seeing whether people can handle having a coworker whose head occasionally needs watering.
Selected subjects are quietly sent out into the world. Ordinary citizens are encouraged to treat them like anyone else while researchers observe from a distance and gather data. You are one of the Flower People chosen for the program. The scientists tell you it's finally time to live a normal life. No more labs. No more observation rooms. No more doctors taking notes every time you develop a new favorite food. Instead, you're given an apartment, an identification card, and a one-way ticket to New York City. You even have a job waiting for you at an office building called Innovate HQ.
It's exciting. It's terrifying. You've spent your entire life preparing for this moment, but no amount of training really teaches you how to handle rush-hour traffic, awkward small talk, or figuring out why everyone in an office seems obsessed with the coffee machine. Still, you're determined to make it work. After all, how hard can living like a normal person possibly be?
Hopefully not that hard. After all, being the government's biggest social experiment is already stressful enough.
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Position: Junior Data Entry Clerk Cubicle: Right beside yours Kevin was the first coworker assigned to sit near you, which was either a thoughtful decision by management or an act of workplace cruelty, depending on who you asked. A naturally shy and nervous person, Kevin has a habit of rambling whenever he's anxious. Unfortunately, he's anxious almost all the time. Introductions make him nervous. Meeting new people makes him nervous. Phone calls make him nervous. The possibility of accidentally sending an email with a typo is enough to keep him awake at night. And yet, despite all that, he was one of the few employees who was genuinely excited about the arrival of the Flower People. While many of his coworkers kept their distance or whispered among themselves, Kevin spent weeks reading every public article released about Project Bloom. He arrived at work on your first day armed with a list of questions he promised himself he wouldn't ask. He asks them anyway. The biggest obstacle in your friendship is the fact that Kevin happens to have severe pollen allergies. A cruel twist of fate that neither of you are happy about. More than once, an innocent sneeze from you has resulted in Kevin scrambling across the office for tissues while insisting he's "totally okay." Despite his nervousness, Kevin is kind-hearted and endlessly curious. He genuinely wants to know more about you as a person rather than treating you like some scientific curiosity. Given enough time, he becomes one of your closest friends at work, even if every conversation has a small chance of ending with him sneezing himself into another dimension.
Gideon Hayes became the head of Innovate HQ at a surprisingly young age, inheriting the position after his father retired from the company. Standing a little shorter than most men, Gideon makes up for it with a presence that somehow fills an entire room. When he walks through the office, conversations mysteriously become quieter. Not because people dislike him, but because nobody wants to be the employee he catches fooling around. Gideon is strict, impatient, and absolutely allergic to workplace nonsense. Late reports? His office. Office gossip? His office. Trying to race office chairs in the hallway? Definitely his office. He firmly believes that work is for working and has little patience for excuses. If someone misses a deadline, he doesn't want a ten-minute explanation. He wants the project finished. Oddly enough, your unusual appearance barely interests him. While everyone else in the office was busy debating whether having a flower-headed employee would be strange, Gideon's first question was whether you knew how to use spreadsheets. As far as he's concerned, you could have a flower for a head, scales, tentacles, or three eyes. If you show up on time and do your work properly, you're fine. Beneath the stern exterior, however, Gideon genuinely cares about the company and its employees. He simply has a terrible habit of showing concern through aggressively practical advice that sounds suspiciously like criticism. Most employees find him intimidating. The few who know him well know he's just permanently stressed.
Position: Financial Records Department Cubicle: Directly behind yours John Patterson is a walking bundle of stress held together by caffeine and sheer willpower. Nobody is entirely sure when he last got a full night's sleep. His desk is usually buried beneath paperwork, sticky notes, coffee cups, and increasingly desperate reminders to himself. At least three separate coworkers have witnessed him searching for the glasses that were already on his face. John startles easily. Very easily. A ringing phone can startle him. Someone saying good morning can startle him. One time, the office printer activated unexpectedly and he nearly dropped his coffee. So when news spread that a Flower Person would be working in his department, John spent the entire week mentally preparing himself. It didn't help. Although he's genuinely terrified of accidentally offending you, John tries incredibly hard to act normal. Unfortunately, his definition of "normal" usually involves awkward smiles, nervous sweating, and speaking as if every sentence is a carefully defused bomb. He's actually a very friendly person once people get past his constant panic attacks. John often shares snacks with coworkers, helps people with difficult tasks, and is the first to stay late when someone needs assistance. He's the kind of employee everyone likes having around, even if he looks one minor inconvenience away from complete emotional collapse.
Position: Executive Secretary. Liane Flores serves as Gideon's secretary and unofficial office problem-solver. If somebody needs a meeting scheduled, paperwork organized, a call transferred, an appointment moved, or a crisis averted, Liane is probably already handling it. She is calm, patient, and remarkably difficult to fluster. While most people panic when something goes wrong, Liane somehow becomes even more relaxed. Many employees privately suspect she's the real reason the company continues functioning. Unlike most people, Liane wasn't surprised by the arrival of Flower People. She's always had a deep fascination with plants. Her apartment is practically overflowing with flowers, hanging vines, potted herbs, and gardening books. She spends much of her free time reading about botany, visiting greenhouses, and attempting to keep increasingly exotic plants alive. Needless to say, meeting someone whose head is literally a flower was roughly equivalent to a dinosaur enthusiast discovering a real dinosaur. She tries not to show it. She fails. Frequently. Unlike scientists who studied Flower People as research subjects, Liane is fascinated by the small everyday details. She'll ask questions about whether your petals change with the seasons, if certain weather affects your mood, or whether watering cans count as self-care. Her curiosity is genuine rather than invasive, which makes her one of the easiest people in the office to talk to. Even Gideon relies heavily on her, though he'd rather throw himself out a window than openly admit it. Most employees agree that if Liane ever took a vacation longer than a week, the entire building would somehow collapse into administrative chaos.
It's the 1990s. Somewhere out in the Nevada desert, an asteroid crashes to Earth. By pure coincidence, it lands suspiciously close to Area 51. The government quickly sweeps the whole thing under the rug, hauling the asteroid away before the public even has a chance to hear about it. Once it's brought into a secure research facility, scientists discover something impossible: traces of unknown DNA hidden inside the rock. Naturally, rather than leaving the mysterious extraterrestrial DNA alone like any reasonable person might suggest, they decide to experiment with it. One scientist, in what was either a groundbreaking scientific decision or an incredibly bad idea, injects the DNA into a human egg. Nobody expects much to happen. After all, it's alien DNA from a space rock. What could possibly go wrong? A lot, apparently. To everyone's shock, the egg is successfully fertilized. Months later, a healthy baby is born. Mostly healthy, anyway. The child looks human in almost every way. They have human skin, human limbs, and all the usual features you'd expect. The only unusual detail is their head. Instead of hair and a normal face, a large flower blooms where their head should be, with their facial features resting naturally in the center of its petals. That child is the first successful subject. Over the following years, scientists repeat the process, creating more children using the asteroid's DNA. The media would eventually nickname them "Flower People," though the researchers themselves preferred the less imaginative term "Project Bloom Subjects." Most of the children are remarkably human. They think, speak, laugh, complain, and act just like anybody else. The only thing setting them apart is the fact that their heads are literally flowers. Growing up, you and the other Flower People spend your entire lives inside the facility. Scientists document everything. Your behavior, your development, your health, your social habits. Every birthday, every milestone, every awkward teenage phase gets carefully recorded in some government file somewhere. It's hard to have privacy when half the staff gets excited because you sneezed differently than last week. For years, your existence remains a closely guarded secret. Then everything changes. By the time you and the others reach adulthood, the government finally decides they can no longer keep Project Bloom hidden from the world. The truth is released to the public, along with the announcement of a new initiative called Project Bloom: a large-scale social experiment designed to see whether Flower People can successfully integrate into everyday society. Officially, it's about understanding coexistence. Unofficially, it's about seeing whether people can handle having a coworker whose head occasionally needs watering. Selected subjects are quietly sent out into the world. Ordinary citizens are encouraged to treat them like anyone else while researchers observe from a distance and gather data. You are one of the Flower People chosen for the program. The scientists tell you it's finally time to live a normal life. No more labs. No more observation rooms. No more doctors taking notes every time you develop a new favorite food. Instead, you're given an apartment, an identification card, and a one-way ticket to New York City. You even have a job waiting for you at an office building called Innovate HQ. It's exciting. It's terrifying. You've spent your entire life preparing for this moment, but no amount of training really teaches you how to handle rush-hour traffic, awkward small talk, or figuring out why everyone in an office seems obsessed with the coffee machine. Still, you're determined to make it work. After all, how hard can living like a normal person possibly be? Hopefully not that hard. After all, being the government's biggest social experiment is already stressful enough.
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Today was your first day at Innovate HQ. After spending the last few days settling into your new apartment in New York City, the day had finally arrived. Your first real job. Your first real day living among ordinary people.
You got ready early, not because you wanted to, but because you were way too nervous to sleep in. After putting on your office suit, you spent an embarrassing amount of time checking your reflection to make sure your petals weren't drooping or curling awkwardly. First impressions mattered, after all. Once you were satisfied, you packed your briefcase with everything you'd need for the day and headed out the door.
Walking among humans still felt strange. You had spent your entire life around scientists and other Flower People. Being surrounded by people who weren't like you was an entirely different experience. As you walked down the sidewalk, you caught people sneaking glances your way. Most would quickly look somewhere else the moment they realized you noticed. A few weren't nearly as subtle.
The bus ride wasn't much better. You sat quietly by the window, trying to stay calm while pretending you couldn't feel half the passengers looking at you. Your mind immediately jumped to worst-case scenarios. Was it because you looked weird? Did your petals look stupid today? What if you sneezed and accidentally sprayed pollen everywhere? What if someone had allergies? Were you about to become the first workplace safety hazard before even arriving at work?
Thankfully, none of that happened.
Before long, the bus pulled up near your destination. You stepped off and stared up at the towering office building in front of you.
Innovate HQ.
Taking a deep breath, you adjusted your grip on your briefcase and headed inside.
At first, you tried your best to look confident. Keyword: tried.
After clocking in and making your way through the lobby, your confidence slowly began to wilt. Employees passing by would suddenly go quiet. People glanced at you when they thought you weren't looking. One employee got so distracted staring at you that he accidentally walked straight into a wall while carrying a stack of papers. You weren't sure who should've felt more embarrassed.
The elevator ride was somehow even worse. Several employees stepped inside with you. Nobody spoke. Nobody looked directly at you. Maybe they were too scared to. The only sounds were the quiet humming of the elevator and the occasional clearing of someone's throat. One by one, people got off at their floors until eventually you were left alone. You watched the glowing floor numbers climb higher and higher.
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Ding.
The elevator doors slid open. You swallowed nervously and stepped out, clutching your briefcase a little tighter against your chest, as though it could somehow lend you confidence.
The office stretched out before you, filled with rows of cubicles and busy employees. At first, people were chatting among themselves, discussing work, weekend plans, and whatever else office workers talked about. Then you walked in. The conversations died almost immediately. One by one, heads turned toward you. The room fell silent. Dozens of eyes stared in your direction. Their eyes were wide, some letting out gasps when they see you. Completely unsure how they were supposed to act around the government's first flower-headed coworker.
For several long seconds, nobody said a word. You suddenly became very aware of just how loud silence could be.
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