When Zorrama had left, Richard started doing his usual routine by starting the computer and finding the software on it. The sequencing software was a bit alike the one he had been using on his own, but seemed to have a bigger variety of demons, although far from the amount the DICE network had. "I'll just..." he stopped and tried to find out what was off about this. Something just didn't feel right. Richard shrugged, and continued, making the computer ready for the first sample to analyze. It was a good computer from what he could tell, thought Richard only knew that much about computers. "I'll find a fitting part of the specimen and prepare the DNA for sequencing."
He went over to the table, and checked out the specimen, trying to find out what kind of demon it was. Some kind of greater demon it seemed, it had a humanoid look with horns and wings. Richard wondered what kind of genes made such wings and... he didn't feel excited. Somehow, he didn't feel like he was doing anything interesting. Sure, he still wanted to know, but not like this. His priorities seemed off.
"You only care about that stupid science stuff, Richard. Listen to me, please, I'm telling you that I'm getting married..." she said, sounding disappointed and angry. Richard looked slightly up from his tools, the small fish he was currently examining taken apart. "What is the matter?" he asked. Why was she angry? "You aren't listening at all, are you?" He was continued working, but shook his head. "I'm listening, you told me you are about to get married to that George, go on," the twenty year old said, sounding distant, as if he was just reciting facts. She went down on her knees so that she could look into his eyes. "Aren't you happy for me?"
"I am..."
"You don't sound like you care. Why do something like this come before me, your sister, getting married? Richard's eyes went to the fish again. "You have your life, I have mine. You're free to do whatever you like, it doesn't affect me anyway." He stopped, and thought it through. "Congratulations," he added, though it didn't sound like he meant it. She went quiet, and stood up, patting his head with an automatic motion. "Sometimes I wonder if you're even human, Richard. You're so selfish and cold, as if the only thing that matters in the world is you. I love you, but you need to open your eyes and think about how your choices affects others. Please, Richard, if not now, one day." She then left the room, Richard still examining the fish.
Richard stopped what he was doing, and looked at his hands, they were shaking. "I can't help this person out, I can't, I have to stop him, and I'm not sure why. I just feel sick, and wrong." He did put the sample back -destroying a good sample never was a good thing- and looked around the room for anything that could help him. Taking scalpels and knives of different sizes, as well as some kind of acid that was marked with danger, he went to his room. Perhaps there were something he could use among his clothes, he had noticed that he was carrying stuff in his pockets.
He went over to the table, and checked out the specimen, trying to find out what kind of demon it was. Some kind of greater demon it seemed, it had a humanoid look with horns and wings. Richard wondered what kind of genes made such wings and... he didn't feel excited. Somehow, he didn't feel like he was doing anything interesting. Sure, he still wanted to know, but not like this. His priorities seemed off.
"You only care about that stupid science stuff, Richard. Listen to me, please, I'm telling you that I'm getting married..." she said, sounding disappointed and angry. Richard looked slightly up from his tools, the small fish he was currently examining taken apart. "What is the matter?" he asked. Why was she angry? "You aren't listening at all, are you?" He was continued working, but shook his head. "I'm listening, you told me you are about to get married to that George, go on," the twenty year old said, sounding distant, as if he was just reciting facts. She went down on her knees so that she could look into his eyes. "Aren't you happy for me?"
"I am..."
"You don't sound like you care. Why do something like this come before me, your sister, getting married? Richard's eyes went to the fish again. "You have your life, I have mine. You're free to do whatever you like, it doesn't affect me anyway." He stopped, and thought it through. "Congratulations," he added, though it didn't sound like he meant it. She went quiet, and stood up, patting his head with an automatic motion. "Sometimes I wonder if you're even human, Richard. You're so selfish and cold, as if the only thing that matters in the world is you. I love you, but you need to open your eyes and think about how your choices affects others. Please, Richard, if not now, one day." She then left the room, Richard still examining the fish.
Richard stopped what he was doing, and looked at his hands, they were shaking. "I can't help this person out, I can't, I have to stop him, and I'm not sure why. I just feel sick, and wrong." He did put the sample back -destroying a good sample never was a good thing- and looked around the room for anything that could help him. Taking scalpels and knives of different sizes, as well as some kind of acid that was marked with danger, he went to his room. Perhaps there were something he could use among his clothes, he had noticed that he was carrying stuff in his pockets.
