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08-10-2009, 10:58 PM
My heart pounded with excitement as I focused my eyes on the Microscope. The new strain is very promising indeed. Stacie, can you hand me over another slide please?
Stacie proceeded to get another slide on the shelf.
Here you go Dr. Silvers. She cautiously handed me the slide.
Strain-Z is the future of Genetics! From this strain we can study buck loads of viruses and make an all in one cure by studying their mutation phase. Isn’t this great Stacie?
Like a miracle drug? She asked.
It’s not a miracle drug silly, it’s the future!
She gave me an awkward look, my new assistant, a fresh graduate of Biology in the University of the Philippines. A stocky girl in her 20’s, she wore wide brimmed glasses that reflected her persona, her short dark hair dangling on the side and harbored a serious look that overshadowed her age. She told me she loved this job and doesn’t want to end up teaching in some college.
The whole Genetics Department has been skeptical of my work, especially that guy Dr. Malcolm from the Immunology department. He was always a skeptic of my work, thriving on my early misconceptions of the new strain on our board meetings; he looked at me most of the time with judging eyes, complementing the sinister look on his face. He wants the Nobel Prize in Genetics as much as I am.
The United States funded Genetics Research here two years ago, they sent their own Scientists, and I was among them. I Graduated in Princeton and had a job at the Center for Molecular Virology in New York.
Now I’m the head of the Genetics Research Project here in my home country, the thought of being with my family makes me smile. But no, I’m too preoccupied with my work. Even at home, my mind was at the lab.
Dr. Silvers, I’m off. See you tomorrow.
Sure, sure. Be careful then. I still got something to do so yeah see you tomorrow.
There was an anxious look on her face; she urgently left not even baring a single glance.
A few hours later it was my turn to go home. I didn’t have time to check on the lab equipment, my assistant can do that tomorrow.
I scanned the lab, picked up my stuff and left.
I live with my son and my Dad in a subdivision just a few kilometers from the lab.
I arrived to find dad sprawled on the couch in our living room, watching another war movie. He was a retired colonel in the Armed Forces of the Philippines. When I look at dad, I remember the rigorous military training I underwent when I was young. It didn’t come in handy because I despised him and became a scientist instead.
Where’s Clyde? I asked him.
Probably sleeping upstairs. Why don’t you join me for a drink son? Red Label Johnny Walker, aged 30 years.
No thanks dad, I’m too tired.
He then shifted his stare on the t.v. screen with a look of dismay on his face.
I proceeded upstairs and peeked at Clyde, he was sleeping soundly. I went to my room and undressed. The tiring day took its toll on me as I collapsed on my bed.
Can someone comment on this? Am i getting to something interesting or what?
Stacie proceeded to get another slide on the shelf.
Here you go Dr. Silvers. She cautiously handed me the slide.
Strain-Z is the future of Genetics! From this strain we can study buck loads of viruses and make an all in one cure by studying their mutation phase. Isn’t this great Stacie?
Like a miracle drug? She asked.
It’s not a miracle drug silly, it’s the future!
She gave me an awkward look, my new assistant, a fresh graduate of Biology in the University of the Philippines. A stocky girl in her 20’s, she wore wide brimmed glasses that reflected her persona, her short dark hair dangling on the side and harbored a serious look that overshadowed her age. She told me she loved this job and doesn’t want to end up teaching in some college.
The whole Genetics Department has been skeptical of my work, especially that guy Dr. Malcolm from the Immunology department. He was always a skeptic of my work, thriving on my early misconceptions of the new strain on our board meetings; he looked at me most of the time with judging eyes, complementing the sinister look on his face. He wants the Nobel Prize in Genetics as much as I am.
The United States funded Genetics Research here two years ago, they sent their own Scientists, and I was among them. I Graduated in Princeton and had a job at the Center for Molecular Virology in New York.
Now I’m the head of the Genetics Research Project here in my home country, the thought of being with my family makes me smile. But no, I’m too preoccupied with my work. Even at home, my mind was at the lab.
Dr. Silvers, I’m off. See you tomorrow.
Sure, sure. Be careful then. I still got something to do so yeah see you tomorrow.
There was an anxious look on her face; she urgently left not even baring a single glance.
A few hours later it was my turn to go home. I didn’t have time to check on the lab equipment, my assistant can do that tomorrow.
I scanned the lab, picked up my stuff and left.
I live with my son and my Dad in a subdivision just a few kilometers from the lab.
I arrived to find dad sprawled on the couch in our living room, watching another war movie. He was a retired colonel in the Armed Forces of the Philippines. When I look at dad, I remember the rigorous military training I underwent when I was young. It didn’t come in handy because I despised him and became a scientist instead.
Where’s Clyde? I asked him.
Probably sleeping upstairs. Why don’t you join me for a drink son? Red Label Johnny Walker, aged 30 years.
No thanks dad, I’m too tired.
He then shifted his stare on the t.v. screen with a look of dismay on his face.
I proceeded upstairs and peeked at Clyde, he was sleeping soundly. I went to my room and undressed. The tiring day took its toll on me as I collapsed on my bed.
Can someone comment on this? Am i getting to something interesting or what?