Vats and tanks of fermented bacteria line the walls like a well stocked convenience shop. Each concession stand carefully paired with a small family of specialist tending to an odd array of fibres and foods, a Fermentation Lot like this would usually pop up in any vacancy or space, but this one drew a particular crowd of traders and makers.
Biont traders swarm the daily inventory dashboard with their empty containers and carrier bags of small metals from salvaged devices. The large florescent interface from the dashboard mixed with bundles of grow lights woven throughout the open lab flicker against the Bionts as they jostle next to each other and attempt to log what’s available. The dash flashes ‘Horologium Flora’ and in fine print below a protocol of how the ‘flower clock’ works is detailed.
In the 1700s Carl Linnaeus wrote about alternative time telling – a clock made up of flowering plants that open and close given the time of day. He called it Horologium Flora because each species is said to go through its own circadian rhythm by preparing at night for sleep.
Pair your device to the dashboard
Return seeds to the seed library
A familiar voice steadily repeats the daily inventory…
Grades of plant root from @Materialbank
Hedges of micro fibres from @fibreshed
Folds of Streptomyces coelicolour from @faberfutures
In one corner of the room a 10ft loom interlocking strings like a spider presses the vertices of its web together procedurally. Quickly printing a long sheath, this one must have been from the late 1900s because it was still made of wood. As if it was breathing the specialist checks the material as it cascades from the contraption, pulling it gently on to a table in the lab and further evaluating it's symptoms. Another vendor simultaneously takes 1 metre to patch a reclaimed jacket with something that strangely resembled cotton.
Two Bionts move through the space, in tandem, towards the booth...
: do you think Modernity coming?
: leaves rustle only when the wind passes through them and the sound of cars are beginning to seem foreign
: a lot like the latent space between a butterfly fluttering
: what nature is to science, faith is to fashion
: grabbing anything thing today?
: nope, I'll pass by the lab and trade for tokens