For her, science is the only thing that keeps here sane…
Like today, in the lab of a well reputable university, looking at the chemical compound mixed in front of her, is where she could feel in control of her life, where she could forget for a moment about her messy life…
And the sound of the bell, crushed it all..
Reluctantly she tidy up her workbench and left the lab….
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The docent come to her workbench and looked at the chemical compound and nods as if he gave her an approval for her perfect work, then the docent picked up his cellphone, typed a number he remembers well.
“Guten Aben, Herr Doctor… As your prediction, she knows exactly her way around genetics and molecular biology. She would be a perfect candidate for our purpose…”
For a moment the docent listen at the reply fr
