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"Hey, Richard! Come here a second!," Ivan exclaimed, followed by his always delightfully gruff laugh. "I believe the chemical solution is--"
Richard was in the process of diagramming the spiders they had extracted the base ingredient of the serum from.
The two stared at each other before letting out a loud laugh. Then hugs were exchanged.
Richard smiled. Of course he knew that all was alright. The very thought of a
If there was only one piece of a meal left, it would come down to a mutually agreed upon coin flip. If there was a new product delivered to the lab, the first person to try it would be the one judged to be the most genuinely enthusiastic about it.
Before Richard could get off his stool and on two legs, a knock on the lab door was heard. The two scientists
Ivan modestly nodded and smiled—before being taken off guard. Before Richard could reach his destination, rapid twists of the knob and bangs on the old wooden door were made easily audible.
Although the doctors were especially emotionally sensitive, they took their
The mice are navigating mazes over 75% faster, even when
An order was an order, and the boy geniuses responded like military men.
During the following two hours, there was waiting.
And now, another knock on the door—this time, much gentler and more patient. Richard, shaking with anticipation, opened the door
It was Van Dreissen, and only Van Dreissen. Again.
Ivan screeched.
Needles pierced the sides of Ivan and Rich, and within what seemed like milliseconds, golden slumbers filled their eyes.
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Ivan awakened in a small room at the corner end of the lab sector of their building. His memory was hazy—so hazy that he
... A serum...
Yes, that was it. But even though
And yet, he
Dr. Anderson untied and unbounded Dr. Beavis. At this point, there was no sense in calling him Doctor
▲Ivan awakened in a small room at the corner end of the lab sector of their building. His memory was hazy—so hazy that he didn’t remember how, and certainly not why, he ended up tied and shackled to a chair in this little used corridor. He remembered working on something… something big… but as for what it was, it was a great big blur. It could’ve been a paper. It could’ve been plans for how to spend lab time for the coming weeks. It could’ve been…
"Uhhh, okay... I don't think there are any Native American populations around here who could help us with that."
▲Yes, that was it. But even though he’d remembered that significant detail, he didn’t feel like following it up with any further investigation. Despite sleeping for what seemed like a long time—who knows how long—and being fully rested, he’d rather just stare at the wall ahead of him, with his mouth twisted and open, and his eyebrows cocked in a slightly aggressive way. It was like… he was reverting into some sort of animal stage.
Dr. Anderson used a needle to knock Beavis back out. It... was going to be a long day.
▲And yet, he didn’t care. He knew it. He knew he was losing his competence, curiosity, and capacity for benevolence, even… yet, he didn’t care. He didn’t know if he was happier this way. He didn’t think about whether he was happier this way. He just… stared ahead…
▲“Alright! Uhhh… let me see our subjects here,” said a loud voice of a large man who sounded like he hadn’t used the bathroom in ages.
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▲“Are you… are you threatening me?” Ivan impulsively, and non-sarcastically inquired.
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▲“Uhhhh… no. In fact, you’re about to have a job. You see, Medical Tech Ventures… we kind of deceived you boys. I’m Dr. Anderson, and… you’re about to be famous for something other than medicine. Let me get your buddy, Dick.”
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▲“Heh heh heh. Dick buddy. … Dick butts. … Head butt. … Butt head…”
▲“Sure, uh, alright. In the meantime, here’s some coffee to get you started. There are going to be a lot of tests for you boys to take, so get pepped up.”
▲Dr. Anderson untied and unbounded Dr. Beavis. At this point, there was no sense in calling him Doctor anymore… he would never exercise science again, except to investigate if, say, a large magnifying glass could burn alive several armies of ants. Ivan sipped his coffee at first like a hesitant little chimp, and then… he drank it. A lot. Very quickly.
▲“I AM THE GREAT CORNHOLIO! I NEED TP FOR MY BUNGHOLE!”
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