Nausea. To describe the whole situation in one word I would have to choose
nausea. The Expo center was packed with societies elite, eagerly waiting the
announcement of what the rumor mill had told them to be the most important invention
of the decade. The air was cold and damp, like that of a hospital. Barley audible was the
most annoying Michael Bolton song that I could imagine. As I got entranced by the
dullness of the situation I noticed that the lights were slowly getting dimmer. As Michael
Bolton's voice became silent, Dr. Zimmerman spherical body came waddling out.
Dr. Zimmerman was a very large, gluttonous man. I had worked with him many
times, and I had lost more than one of my ideas to his fat hands. He was ruthless,
unemotional, and conscienceless; the perfect scientist. He painstakingly climbed onto
the two foot platform in front of the podium, making a little grunt that accidentally found
its way into the microphone.
English: Various donuts from the Dunkin' Donuts st...
English: Dunkin' Donuts in Geneva, New York.
English: Dunkin' Donuts shop on Jinnah Avenue in B...'Hello? Can you guys hear me in the back?' He gurgled in
his natural grotesque voice. With the acknowledgment of the audience, he sipped the
glass of ice water which stood on the podium and cleared his throat. 'Ladies and
Gentlemen, I am here to inform you of a discovery that my team of genetic scientist and
I have discovered.' The more he said the more I wanted to hear. I wanted to shout to
make him blurt it out, but it was impossible to speed him up, attention was the reason
why he became a scientist. He didn't care about the effects of his discoveries, as long as
he packed the expo center the next weekend. 'The quest toward perfection is finally
over. Your unborn children now have the opportunity to be everything you ever wanted...