The daily explosions that could be heard from the human part of the station, had a focusing effect on the need for the station expansion. Every inhabitant living on the station felt it, and decided to give a helping hand in its construction. It was finished in record time.
The humans finally had their very own section part. Complete with possibilities to disengage it when necessary. State of the art containment field had also been installed as part of the package. How the eyes of the human researchers seamed to light up when they where told this still haunted him. It clearly told him that they where up to no good. And that if he liked to substantially increase his odds of survival, he would stay far away from whatever it was.
The ban on fluoride compounds had also been lifted. Not that it had had a particularly large effect on the humans. They did ordered packages that were diligently (and most importantly carefully) transported to their lab without being opened, disturbed or preferably touched in any way. Inspection of packages where done on a per package basis. If there where any possible suspicion of anything dangerous inside they where to be open. For the humans stuff there was never any suspicion, everybody knew that there where extremely dangerous stuff inside of them. No need to actually check. After all, if you did open the package and there was something dangerous in it. It was now your responsibility to take care of it. Better leave that to the subject experts that the humans obviously were, on account of them ordering the stuff in the first place.
The humans had used an awful lot of power during the latest months. But no explosions and the safe knowledge that the humans was a couple of blast proof doors and quite a bit of space away, left most inhabitants of the station with a feeling of safety. Perhaps they were just being careful and using the containment field at maximum power?
Unfortunately some one had asked around and found out that no one had ever actually been inside the humans lab. Neither the old one or the new one in their own section (actually no one had been in that section at all since the humans moved in). As their supervisor he had done the responsible thing and quietly excused himself whenever these questions came up. Unfortunately in their his latest attempt he was forced to hide under his desk, after they managed to surprise him in his office. His assurances that he definitely wasn't in, and especially not under his desk had not been taken with the gravity he had hoped.
This had left him with a bit of a conundrum. Be fired and leave the station, or go visit the humans. On the one hand, no more humans. On the other, he really liked this job despite the humans. So it was with heavy steps he started his walk towards the humans section. It didn't take long to find them, right at the outer edge of their own section. They were all focused on a screen in front of them.
"What are you all doing at the edge of the section?"
"Oh sorry, we needed a bit of safety distance. Sensitive stuff you know." He did not know, but more importantly he had learned that he really didn't want to. Anything that the humans deemed necessary to take these precautions against was probably nothing short of nuclear. And he most assuredly did not want to know that!
"Ah, sounds good to me." This did technically fulfill the request right? He had been in their section and talked to some humans. Nothing more to be done! As he turned around he saw an image on their screen of some substance, right in the middle of what seemed to be a powerful containment field. It was so ridiculously tiny, he could barely even see it.
"What is that?" Sometimes curiosity was a good thing, you couldn't really be someone in his position without it. That it could be what ended up killing him seemed fitting on some morbid level.
"Oh, that's the antimatter." The human responed matter-of-factly.
"Ant matter? Can't say I have heard of it." Somewhere a tiny part of his brain thought that this was perhaps not what the humans had said. It sounded an awful lot like something else, but that couldn't be right.
"No no, ant-I not ant."
"Ah, of course." It felt like this development of words had some kind of very specific meaning. Something very very bad that his brained tried desperately not to see.
He tried saying it to get a taste for the word, "Anti matter, antimatter," some neurons fired in his brain, "ANTIMATTER!!!" NO YOU MAD FREAKING BRINGER OF ELDRITCH ABOMINATIONS YOU FUCKING DON'T! What came out of his mouth was a sort of high pitched squeal.
"Would you be quiet, this part is very sensitive!" His survival instincts kicked in which told him that at this moment information was of utmost importance. Such as; where was the nearest escape pod, and what was his true 1000m sprint time? However his soles seemed nailed to the ground as he stared with horrid fascination at the screen. "Now, lets see if we can fuse the antimatter hydrogen." That was... new? He certainly wasn't a stranger to fusion reactors, the station was drive by one, but he non the less felt that mayhaps one should stick to fusing regular matter. Power of a sun was nice, and he was sure that an antimatter explosion could decently approximate a miniature supernova. But supernovas where preferably kept far away, outside of the interior of a space station. "FIRE THE LASORS!" The humans screamed almost in unison as one of them pushed a button. In frozen horror he could only watch as the tiny bit of mass in the middle was subject to a rapid transfer of energy. "Oh shit," said one of the humans. At those prophetic words the screen blanked out and the whole station moved beneath his feat violently enough to those him to the ground.
A pain dear old friend, he was alive! Some light bruises but nothing serious. The humans were still all staring at the screen, this time looking at a lot of numbers. Well, alive or not it was unlikely that he would still have a job after this. Pretty sure that an antimatter explosion was the last straw and he in the role of their supervisor would not escape the investigation. Calmly and breathing deeply, to feel every breath as if to convince himself that he was in fact alive. He made his way to the life pods. Perhaps he wouldn't have a job anymore, but at the very least he would never ever EVER! Have to be anywhere near a human again, starting immediately!