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>> The Lab <<

( let W = wisdom ) The doctor continued his retrospect as Shannon put both feet up on an empty adjacent chair. She got extra mileage from a single cup of tea, "So what about the cups?" The cafeteria was mostly empty, Marcus leaned way back as if addressing the ceiling, "If you're in a hurry, .." but Shannon was saying no, go on. He did. Running the time consuming biology experiments of his university mentor, Dr. Elaine Straussman, was an extension of his earlier basement existence. Academic prowess only worsened the financial strain which he felt that he represented. It didn't matter how many times he was told that he was "chosen". Did he have to be chosen by an egghead who had no idea of what familial obligations meant? Here he was running around squashing bananas for fruit fly food, sexing them as they crawled out of their little worm like maggots - boy flies in the blue top bottles - girl flies in the pink top bottles (and no, the girl flies didn't hum more) - feeding highly prized genetically pure mice and extracting their blood and sperm samples - yuk - an occasional pituitary gland had to be harvested (nice word for sucking out a hunk of brain with a pisser sized needle - cool - then the ever multiplying agar strips for immunocounterelectrophoresis - shit, making stink bombs in the basement was at least fun - it could always blow... there was suspense in the random mixing of whatever you could get your hands on.. Here, everything was exactly this or exactly that and done two thousand times over... uuugggh. Marcus knew he was not a laboratory scientist - not at heart.