Sam nodded as the botanist inspected tiny vials of dirt.
“A few took right away," the botanist said. "But not this group. We've hit it with extra nutrients and increased their light exposure. But still, nothing."
Sam stopped, letting the botanist walk on. He’d had confidence that this man would be able sustain the crew on the generational ship.
Soon after embarkation, that confidence was tested.
Sam scanned the green-less gardens. “Is there anything that has grown?”
"Oh yes," the botanist scurried to the cargo area. "Over here on the nutrient tanks. We're just… not really sure… what it is."