Novel & Cerita I'm Something Of A Scientist Myself

I picked up my bag and made a move to get out of here only to be blocked by the scientist Maverick, I guess that was his name. “Do you know Einstein?” He asked me. “What?” “I am Einstein, pleased to meet you”, he extended his hand toward me. he smelt of burning chemicals. I took a step back. “H……hi,” I had no intention of shaking his hands. “Science is everything you know that, or rather everything is science,” he said. “I am guessing you got kicked out of your science class,”. I said. “Sadly yes,” he put his hand away and started staring at the floor guiltily.

I’ve always prided myself on being professional. In this world where emotions can easily cloud judgment, I’ve managed to keep my distance, to stay grounded in what I know: medicine, science, the facts. I’ve built my career on it. My life has been neatly compartmentalized, each piece fitting into its place—until James.

We’re not safe yet, not by a long shot. “Oh God, oh God,” the young scientist chants. “Are you all right? Are you hurt?” She turns incredulous eyes to me.

she quietly asks. “There is no such thing as a cool or uncool subject. If you can learn something then I think that’s pretty cool. And who cares if liking or being good at science makes you a nerd? I would rather be a nerd with the ability to cure famine or cancer than be someone deemed ‘cool’ and have nothing to contribute to the world. I may not have been good at science, but I respect it. I respect what each of you are able to do and I respect what science can do for the world. You might invent something revolutionary or change the world for the better and one day the people who called you a nerd or a loser, are going to be banging on your door wishing they were your friend, and that’s th

Diamond If I were to understand every particle position in everything we’ve come to know, to be able to master every molecule known to man, to understand the laws of not just physics but the quantum world, I would be a god. A living one that bleeds like the rest of them. For years I’ve consumed myself, in well myself. I’m selfish like that. The things I’ve created, designed, mastered, and destroyed have always primarily been for my benefit. To many people, I’m the crazy mad genius, and after years of insults, I took over the role while preparing for my ultimate future.

I throw my head back, my eyes at the brink of tearing up as my brain fights to try to make me understand that what I think has to be a joke really isn’t one. “You’re…You’re joking, right?” I ask as the lingering chuckles quickly dwindle. After a long moment’s silence with the unbreakable intensity of his authority, I scoff softly, shaking my head as I stammer anxiously, “I-I’m a physicist—a mathematician. I’m—I’m not an engineer. I-I-I can’t build you a bomb.”

“It makes you lazy. It is that easy, if you want it to be. I have complete faith in your abilities, when you’re properly motivated. You’re a brilliant scientist. For both our sakes, I hope you don’t disappoint me.” “You make it sound like it’s something I can do overnight!” I jumped up off the couch, the only way to alleviate the twitching in my limbs. I nearly tripped and fell. “I can’t—it’s just not that simple. I don’t have—even with enough funding, I can’t—and I don’t have—it’s not that simple!”

Diana chuckled. “Uh-huh, I know you’re experienced. “Do you think a genius scientist like me can’t bring anything out when they don’t allow me to? “All those R&D projects are recorded in my head! “Just wait, I’ll write a copy for you tonight.”

He is a doctor, yes, but also a scientist working on clever, genetic-based engineering in his “spare time.” I couldn’t understand half of what he was talking about, but the passion he expresses when talking about his scientific research is charming in a delightfully nerdy way. I think the word Tilly would use to describe him is “smexy.” His watch beeps, “Looks like my break is over,” he smiles apologetically as he points to his watch. We had been sitting in this cafe for an hour. “Oh,” I stand suddenly. “I’m so sorry! I wasted your entire break.”

He confidently offered his solution. While I still had my doubts. "Can you guarantee they'd be better?" Like we had argued before, I fed my curiosity. "I don't know, I have Hazel eyes, which means I'm open to any possibilities. All I know, I'm a scientist. With data, I try and see. I observe, then I write data until I succeed. We'll find a way... " -to be continued-