Just Ask This Scientician Novels & Stories

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-

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.”

uhmm can I ask a favor? MATRON RITA : Yes anything what is it?? ELIZA : You are the one that raised Sirius from when he was a baby right?? MATRON RITA : Uhmm yeah, why?? ELIZA : Can you tell me about his parents and also his growing up years, I’d really like to know everything about him. Well everything that you know, if you don’t mind MATRON RITA : Hmm, why do you need such information?? ELIZA : I don’t know but my gut tells me that I’m going to need that information if I’m going to be able to get across to Sirius

Alex perked up and asked, "Oh? What is it?" "I know of a medical research institute that has studied this substance. I'll call and ask."

Stanley's voice was calm but firm. "Of course, you need to find someone who knows Dr. Ceylan. Isn't Professor Lincoln Trish's mentor? You could ask her to reach out to him, or—" Jessica interrupted, her voice trembling with urgency. "Or who?" "Samuel mentioned he was familiar with Dr. Ceylan. He even said she was a woman. You could ask him to help you get to the bottom of this," Stanley replied, before hanging up.

"You are a coward, hiding behind starving people." A soft, genuine chuckle came through the speaker. "I am a scientist, Your Majesty. This was merely a stress test, a preliminary trial to see how quickly your Alpha could react to multiple, synchronized variables. I gathered excellent data today." The voice dropped, losing its polite veneer, becoming cold and absolute.

His death would have much value as it would spare the life of Tom who the Zen could not afford to lose. "Have you considered asking for an expert of Science to accompany you for a session with the humans? I would be able to convey the questions, record the answers, and return with all of the interview intact from my mission but I would have no way of interpreting the data as deserved. I would need help. Would it not be better to take someone else who could focus the interview immediately?"

Smith said awkwardly, “I know that it sounds like a strange thing, but I really think that there’s nothing better for us to do now. The White House has already given us such a big battle, so we cannot declare failure in less than a day, right? If we did, in the eyes of the White House, how different would we be compared to a bunch of useless people, then?” Roger wanted to cry, but he had no tears, and he said, “Smith... we are all scientists, and asking scientists to do such metaphysical things is not professional at all...”

“It's fine, there are thirty people here, it won't be me. It can't be me!” He sat back down, and looked at the list of names. Scrolling through, he found the name of a man, the head scientist of M-Tech. “The man who experiments on kids, this would be a nice way to kill you.” Rainer tapped on the name, and the prompt disappeared, but the timer continued. With only forty minutes remaining, Rainer thought of all the ways he could to calm down.

I sigh his name. "Hm?" "Can I ask you a question?" "Depends." "On what?" I ask. "On the question," he apathetically shrugs. "How can I know if I can ask you what I want to ask you?" "Is the question appropriate?" "I don't know and I can't know until I ask you." "Just ask," he sighs irritated. "Have you ever been close to that doctor? Anastasia?" I shoot my question and immediately regret it as he squeezes the steering wheel again.