Dr Doofenshmirtz Novels & Stories

I thought, but the thought settled something anxious in my chest that had been sitting there since I got accepted. I quickly shook it off—this wasn't the time to be overly superstitious. I had to find Damien immediately, work, and get paid for today. I had only walked a few steps before I bumped into someone. “Sorry,” I quickly apologized and stepped back. It was a man. He wore a black shirt, with black trousers. He had a curly brown hair that spilled over his forehead, he had a piercing on one ear and he looked— “You're the new staff?” The man asked, totally ignoring my apology.

My husband, Leo Cartman, liked to consult AI for any illness. When our daughter, Holly Cartman, caught a high fever, he refused to take her to the hospital or let her take medicine, arguing, "AI says that taking too much medicine will lead to immunity against medication. It's just a cold—she will live." It was only after I returned from my business trip that I saw that Holly didn't look right and promptly rushed her to the hospital, sparing her from the worst. Then, when I had appendicitis in the dead of night, I woke him to take me to the hospital, only for him to calmly reach for his phone and consult AI. "AI says that stomach pains might not be appendicitis—it could just be bad food.