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Authors: GJ Fortier
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come dangerously close to being expelled due to declining
grades and the questionable circumstances of the crash.
It was then that his biology professor,
Martin Sisk, took a special interest in him. The professor had an
uncanny ability to sense the best attributes of his students, and
he had seen great potential in Don even before the unfortunate
incident. He began tutoring Don with all of his studies. In return,
Don had promised to be diligent and make something of himself to
honor the three who had died in the crash. With Sisk's influence,
his interest had turned to the sciences and, ultimately, genetics.
He excelled in the field and had quickly earned a reputation as an
out-of-the-box problem solver.
After earning his PhD at the age of
twenty-seven, he spent some time wandering from project to project
in search of a place to call home. Eventually, with no small
assistance from Sisk, Don was hired as Professor Yeoum Chi’s
research assistant. For nearly three years, he had worked
under the tutelage of the project manager at McMaster. In that time
he had proven himself, time and again, to be a brilliant scientist.
It was whispered in the halls that the program would never have
been remotely successful if it had not been for Don's
participation. In addition, it was Professor Sisk's recommendation
that had caused the Department of Defense to become involved,
allowing the team access to some much-needed materials not readily
available under the Department of the Interior. This brought the
project to its current state of viability. June had joined the team
two years after Don became involved, so she had missed out on most
of the breakthroughs. She had also missed out on the questionable
practices that had been necessary to bring them about. A fact that,
given her convictions, Don was more than a little thankful for.
“Anyway, it's unethical for you to fall in
love with one of your patients.”
“I didn't say that she was in love with me. I only said that she loves me.” A red Gummy Bear sailed
over June’s head and onto the floor, where it joined dozens of
others that lay strewn about.
“Well then, you’re leading her on.”
“Am not.”
“Are too, and Angelina can be mean.”
“Angelina is not mean.”
“She is so. She bites.”
“Angelina did not bite you.”
“I didn't say she bit me.”
“Then why did you say she bites?”
“She bit Juan.”
“She did not!”
“Yes she did. Ask him.”
She started to turn and continue the
argument, but conceded that Don was probably telling the truth.
“Well, it's only because he's always poking and prodding her, poor
baby.”
“Be careful how you say that and in what
company,” Don said, painting on a serious face.
“Walked right into that one,” she sighed.
“Did she break the skin?”
“No, but there's a welt.”
“Where?” She immediately regretted the
inquiry, fearing a lewd response.
“His left forearm.”
Dodged a bullet there . “What was he
doing to her?” She asked with mild concern, but quickly realized
she already knew the answer.
“Taking a sample,” they said it in
unison.
“Why does he need so many samples now,
anyway?” June whined as she laid her forehead on the desk. “We
haven't seen anything new since the testing was put on hold before
the move! And everything was normal then!”
“Calm down. You're makin' dogs howl
somewhere.”
“Poor baby,” June reiterated.
The conversation was inane and silly, but it
was necessary to relieve the monotony of the everyday routine.
Since the DOD had gotten involved and moved the project to Georgia,
they hadn't been allowed to leave the facility. Other than
monitored phone calls, they had no outside contact except for
military and government personnel. They had all manner of game
consoles and a well-stocked game library. June had never in her
life picked up a game controller, until week five. Now, serious
injury would be risked by interfering when she was doing well
grades and the questionable circumstances of the crash.
It was then that his biology professor,
Martin Sisk, took a special interest in him. The professor had an
uncanny ability to sense the best attributes of his students, and
he had seen great potential in Don even before the unfortunate
incident. He began tutoring Don with all of his studies. In return,
Don had promised to be diligent and make something of himself to
honor the three who had died in the crash. With Sisk's influence,
his interest had turned to the sciences and, ultimately, genetics.
He excelled in the field and had quickly earned a reputation as an
out-of-the-box problem solver.
After earning his PhD at the age of
twenty-seven, he spent some time wandering from project to project
in search of a place to call home. Eventually, with no small
assistance from Sisk, Don was hired as Professor Yeoum Chi’s
research assistant. For nearly three years, he had worked
under the tutelage of the project manager at McMaster. In that time
he had proven himself, time and again, to be a brilliant scientist.
It was whispered in the halls that the program would never have
been remotely successful if it had not been for Don's
participation. In addition, it was Professor Sisk's recommendation
that had caused the Department of Defense to become involved,
allowing the team access to some much-needed materials not readily
available under the Department of the Interior. This brought the
project to its current state of viability. June had joined the team
two years after Don became involved, so she had missed out on most
of the breakthroughs. She had also missed out on the questionable
practices that had been necessary to bring them about. A fact that,
given her convictions, Don was more than a little thankful for.
“Anyway, it's unethical for you to fall in
love with one of your patients.”
“I didn't say that she was in love with me. I only said that she loves me.” A red Gummy Bear sailed
over June’s head and onto the floor, where it joined dozens of
others that lay strewn about.
“Well then, you’re leading her on.”
“Am not.”
“Are too, and Angelina can be mean.”
“Angelina is not mean.”
“She is so. She bites.”
“Angelina did not bite you.”
“I didn't say she bit me.”
“Then why did you say she bites?”
“She bit Juan.”
“She did not!”
“Yes she did. Ask him.”
She started to turn and continue the
argument, but conceded that Don was probably telling the truth.
“Well, it's only because he's always poking and prodding her, poor
baby.”
“Be careful how you say that and in what
company,” Don said, painting on a serious face.
“Walked right into that one,” she sighed.
“Did she break the skin?”
“No, but there's a welt.”
“Where?” She immediately regretted the
inquiry, fearing a lewd response.
“His left forearm.”
Dodged a bullet there . “What was he
doing to her?” She asked with mild concern, but quickly realized
she already knew the answer.
“Taking a sample,” they said it in
unison.
“Why does he need so many samples now,
anyway?” June whined as she laid her forehead on the desk. “We
haven't seen anything new since the testing was put on hold before
the move! And everything was normal then!”
“Calm down. You're makin' dogs howl
somewhere.”
“Poor baby,” June reiterated.
The conversation was inane and silly, but it
was necessary to relieve the monotony of the everyday routine.
Since the DOD had gotten involved and moved the project to Georgia,
they hadn't been allowed to leave the facility. Other than
monitored phone calls, they had no outside contact except for
military and government personnel. They had all manner of game
consoles and a well-stocked game library. June had never in her
life picked up a game controller, until week five. Now, serious
injury would be risked by interfering when she was doing well
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