Just Ask This Scientician Novels & Stories

Realizing there was no good way to answer that, I could only say: “I can’t explain it right now.” *]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="request-WEB:244cc9f1-3cfe-4916-870e-a656305a4df5-77" data-testid="conversation-turn-156" data-scroll-anchor="true" data-turn="assistant"> “Ina, do you know who you resemble?” the older chief examiner asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Jack asked eagerly, but hesitated to hear the answer. " Honestly, I have no idea because computer science is a constantly evolving subject. If we are only talking about the theoretical aspect, I believe I know less than you do. Since I have nothing else to do at the moment, could you bring me some textbooks that have been published in recent years?”

Coming to a conclusion, he brought out his hand and clasped mine in a firm shake. Just as he was about to release my hand, I leaned close once more. "I have one question."What's his profession?" I tapped the picture in my hand. Ridges appeared on his brows immediately, and I knew he didn't like my inquisition. Too bad, because even I lived by a code, and that was never to kill a man who didn't have blood on his own hands. Trust me, I always knew. The man released a heavy sigh, removed his hand from mine and inclined his head. "Fair enough, he's a scientist who has been made rich by killing a lot of people with his drugs, and that's all you need to know. Now, enough talking. Are you in or out

“That was an excellent discovery. How do you manage to get that mineral?” “What’s your next plan for the research?” “Can I join your expedition. I’m John Adams by the way, professional mineralogist,” “When will you show the real sample of the mineral?” A lot of question was being asked as I was walking around and mingled with the scientists that wanted to get their dibs on the excavation that I will be doing. I was smiling at them and assured them that I will do it as soon as I can. Then, the moment has come to me as I can hear someone was calling after me when I was walking away from the crowd as I was about to make my exit.

She recognized me and leaped off her chair. “My Queen,” she bowed. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal. "I need to get some testing done.” The head scientist, a man in his fifties with sharp eyes and a calm spirit greeted me. He didn’t strike me as someone who would spread rumors, but the people working under him might not be as silent. "This is strictly confidential," I said, looking him straight in the eye when he led me to his office. "Can I trust you to keep this silent?"

"Why do you ask?" "I may need to consult a neurologist for one of the synthesis protocols in the lab." Elara kept her tone strictly technical, the voice of a scientist looking for a peer. "I am looking for a recommendation from someone who knows the best specialists in the field." "I can get you his contact information." Victoria reached for her phone immediately. "He is very good about colleague referrals. I will text it to you this afternoon." She was answering before Elara had even finished the sentence. It was easy and fluent, but it carried the particular smoothness of someone delivering a rehearsed line rather than retrieving a genuine memory. It didn't feel performed, exactly. It felt

she asked confidently. The chief scientist hesitated slightly before answering. “Ma’am… honestly, we haven’t been able to reproduce the vial yet,” he admitted nervously. “All the tests we conducted didn’t give good results.” Daniella’s smile disappeared instantly. “Then what are we paying you for?” she snapped. “I told my husband you people were the best.” She stared at them sharply. “I need those vials reproduced like yesterday.” “We’re working on it, Ma’am,” the scientist said quickly. Daniella turned to leave, but suddenly stopped.

“We will not waste our time punishing people like you.” “So this is all for what?” Praxis did not know where all his energy to ask questions coming from. His mind was in outright shambles and while he knew he wouldn’t obtain much, getting at least something would help. “Just think of it as a science project,” the man analogized, and Praxis could feel his smile. “And you are our rats.” “Will you. . . kill us?” Praxis’s direct questions stopped what the old scientist was doing. He turned to him and smiled like a clown, a disgusting grin he had only seen this time in his life.

“What kind of doctor are you?” “Oh, Doctor MacIntyre is one of the best consulting neurologists in the country,” Sam Innis said. “Believe me, ma’am, if you have any questions about how the brain works, this is the man to ask.” Annie was thunderstruck. “A neurologist?” “I know, right?” Jax produced a grin of his own at the look on her face. “He’s as brainy as hell – and yes, that was an intentional pun.”