Kalmin pushes their hair behind their ear with an annoyed huff. The computer in the corner hums. Just a few more tests they need to get passing, and their implementation will be complete. And it's only — they glance at the clock in the corner of their monitor — 13 in the morning. Fuck.
They push the curtain aside, and peer over the dark landscape. Already, they can see a pre-dawn brightness creeping across the sky.