The fourth floor of the venue housed the fictional BMC Labs, the mission of which I've covered previously on BAD, but suffice it to say they went the extra mile here, bumping my custom POD (and those of some of my friends) to the front of the queue so we could take them home. The Lab itself is a neat little marvel of production design, a single row of jars and a 3D printer transformed, through lights and mirrors, into an ominous, impressive-looking laboratory.
(I am now deeply ashamed to admit that I didn't get far enough in to the completely amazing Body/Mind/Change thing to realize that if you finished it, you actually got a 3d-printed parasitic appliance.)
Impressive and beautiful, but after delving through analytical biochemistry lab standards because my housekeeping staff has been hired away by the pharmaceutical industry, I can say with certainty that jars should not be affixed to the underside of shelving. (Most of it is about airflow, temperature, and humidity. Most lab accidents leading to injury, something upwards of 90%, involve poor HVAC planning or failure to use fume hoods.)