I had neither the results and credentials that would make me trustworthy at other universities, nor the thousands of dollars I'd need in the private sector. Looking for an alternative wasn't promising. Without the resources of the university lab, I couldn't produce any more of the pills. That night I was at my computer going through my options. I understood that I'd do whatever it took to save my family. I clenched my jaw so hard I thought it might crack, "I understand, sir." You must understand the situation you've place the university in, Charles." I doubt they were expecting their money to be spent on a "cure" that could cripple their business. NPC officials will be here in the morning to collect the data, and if we can give them something, then maybe they will not sue us for false advertising. If we can't wean her off the addiction now, she might not last the week." You don't understand, I really need just one more trial. White collect them and have the entire inventory delivered to my office by the end of the day." We had hidden the remaining twelve in my desk. In truth, we had made twenty-seven of the gel capsules. We had created fifteen, but with the three failed trials, there are only twelve left." Stephanie, while trying to be loyal to me, eagerly offered "Twelve, sir. White, you will box up all your research notes and collect all the samples you have made to date. Johnson was in the pocket of Big Pharma all along, "Mr. When they found out I was working on a cure for addiction instead, I could tell they practically wanted to torch the whole laboratory down after all, drug addicts were their best customers. I'd told them that I was developing a next-generation viagra they could market to men and women. My grant from the mega corporation National Pharmaceutical Company (NPC) had run out, and when they learned of the true nature of my research, there was no hope for a renewal. The hope was that the two elements working in harmony would have the power to completely cure addiction no matter what form it took, from alcohol to gambling to-nearest to my heart-opioids.īut now my time was running out both figuratively and literally. My latest combined the ability of psilocybin to reboot the brain through neurogenesis with a special CRISPR viral agent that would repair damaged telomeres within the DNA. She was an ideal lab assistant: helpful without getting in my way as I developed new compounds. Not that I really had time or interest in carnal relationships when I was so focused on my research. She had light brown hair, hazel eyes, and, while she was cute in her own way, she had a body like a stick. Stephanie was a college sophomore, nineteen, and still in that awkward phase: no longer a girl but not quite a woman either. The only person I could trust was my undergrad student aide, Stephanie. I'm likely the only thing standing between her and an imminent opioid overdose. I wouldn't have been there if not for her drug addiction. My name is Charles Alexander White, I'm twenty-three years old and I still live at home with my mother. He was there for me a hell of a lot more than my actual father who had become a drunk, abusive husband and, from what I came to found out recently, an adulterer. He had been a role model, a mentor and even, dare I say it, a surrogate father figure to me. He had a PhD in Biological Chemistry from MIT among the other multiple degrees, and had decades of experimental research under his belt. "I know the results have been inconclusive until now, but I just need a few more trials to collect enough data to prove my work is valid!" While the grant you received from the National Pharmaceutical Company to develop the next sexual stimulation drug using CRISPR DNA splicing process had great promise, it's not sufficient to-" You have been one of the brightest prodigies we've had at this university. White, you've been saying that all semester. "Professor Johnson, I just need a few more days-maybe a week or two at most-and I know I can perfect it." Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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