Thermal alley in a greenhouse is just a wall of pipes and a pane that cries.

Oskar shows you the beads. “Dust on the outside can shade and change how we lose heat. We still dump heat on purpose—loops, not magic. If you ignore the drips, they become a hose in the wrong tray. If you wipe them to catchment, they are a drink we already paid to recycle.”

You squeegee the cry into the channel. The channel believes in you more than the storm does.

A heat warning is yellow, not red. Yellow is a sentence: check, don’t panic, don’t shut the hall “to keep warmth in” until the LEDs cook a leaf.

Imani: “You can still skip the spoken list. I would rather you didn’t.”

GROVE: “Canopy temperature: acceptable if fans remain weather.”