Just Ask This Scientician Novels & Stories

Her arms were encrusted with several thin bangles. “Sit down” she said waving her hand and everyone sank onto their benches. “Turn to page two forty nine – The Phosphorus Cycle” Everyone rummaged in their bags and pulled out a large volume, turning its pages furiously. When everyone settled, she began reading a passage from the book but stopped immediately. Etan had shot his hand up. “Yes, Etan?” “Ma’am do you believe in ghosts?” he said. The teacher, Ms. Jenny, stared at him and said, “Any scientific mind rejects the idea of supernatural. I suggest you do too”

came the awaited reply. "No, no, of course not" a wicked smile took over the scientist's face. Scientist already looked like a half psychopath and that smile completed the other half. Author's note~~~ You can get links to all of my social medias I own here - https://linktr.ee/SaokaLihsa

He asks, [“What questions do you have for me?”] I don’t even dare to relax the tautness of my face. First, I don’t wanna waste my already drained energy to do so and second, like his face on my screen, my face on his screen is also blurred for security reasons. “I had many questions last night, but many of those questions were dwarfed by one piece of information my hired scientist told me.” I pause to release another hefty stressful breath, before continuing,

Neal shrugged, responding to my frustrated growl. “There are only a handful of scientists that we can trust,” Aaron reasoned. “We have to be certain that they’re not removing any of the minerals, or intending to keep some for themselves. If it makes you feel any better, I’ll step outside and call them.” He looked at me for approval. I nodded. “Chase them up, Aaron. Monday is rather a long time to wait under the circumstances.” He flashed a tight-lipped smile and darted outside.

And I completely understand. "You know how probable this scientist is..." he sneered as he stated those things. "Is he simply some madman preying on people who are foolish enough to believe in him? Or, if he is a true scientist, he may be long dead. When was the last time you saw a live broadcast?"

scientist 3 stated. "I will never forget why we do this. I will never forget how they call us crazy just because of our convictions. The only thing that matters to me is do we have to go to the point where we are going to kill someone? We can go to jail if someone finds out, and that is something I will not allow," said scientist 2.

I take a deep breath. "What I am trying to say, well ask is, are you able to make us stronger and faster? I know you're not a witch by any means but you are a scientist there must be something you can do? right? We are losing this war, we don't have the numbers and other packs won't join us when they see what we are up against." I look desperate at the doctor waiting for an answer he frowns his eyebrows and stops what he was doing. He turns to look at me and looks a little bit concerned. "Are you sure?"

I already sick of his bloody questions and talking. " Who the hell are you, are you a gangster, are you the scientist of NASA, are you a bakery boy, are you the CEO of so many business enterprises, or are you the terrorist ? " I asked him with anger raging in my body. The adrenaline rushing is so much higher in my body right now. I'm literally burst out infront of him.

“Hey there, I’m Marcel. Do you always look this uncomfortable at parties, or is it just tonight?” I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m Sarah. And yeah, I guess clubs aren’t really my thing.” “Well, Sarah, you look like you could use a good time. How about a joke to lighten the mood?” I raised an eyebrow. “Alright, hit me.” Marcel leaned in a bit. “Why don’t scientists trust atoms?” I shrugged, smiling. “Why?” “Because they make up everything.” I laughed, genuinely amused. “That’s actually pretty good.”

“Why are you studying me?” “You are in my laboratory and I am studying you to better understand creation,” the mad scientist replied without lifting his eyes from his tablet as his fingers typed something. A round of chuckling from the occupants in the room was the response he got when Tristan said, “I need to get to your capital and speak with the men in charge.” “You are a long way from my capital,” the mad scientist informed him with an amused tone. “In fact, you are not even in the correct country for my capital.”