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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 confrontation… no. No way. It’s always been all for one and one for all. If an attractive woman eyed one of them, there would only be an advance if the other was comfortable (of course, in the interest of the production of their work, rarely was a flirtation reciprocated).
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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. No… not greed, not envy, not gluttony, nothing could come between the inseparable, professional pals.
Before Richard could get off his stool and on two legs, a knock on the lab door was heard. The two scientists weren’t ones to show rudeness to any visitor or coworker, and they raced one another to be the first to warmly greet their new guest.
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 boss’s demands at face value. Sure, their boss was in a constant irritated state, but he simply wanted what was best for them, they thought. Besides, they felt it only morally right to respect their elders and authority figures.
The mice are navigating mazes over 75% faster, even when there’s no food reward at the end. They’re swimming from side to side of the pool boxes like little Mark Spitzes. They’re…”
An order was an order, and the boy geniuses responded like military men.
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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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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…
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.
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