- Joined
- Jan 16, 2009
- Location
- Central Illinois
It was a Monday morning and Dr. Robert Sandage came into the lab. He saw his assistant working on a portion of the project that Dr. Sandage had created. Dr. Sandage was 42 years old, and stood 5'4" tall with short black hair, brown eyes weighing 140 pounds. He said to his assistant, "Good morning! How are you doing this morning?" With a smile to her as he then sat down at his desk bringing up the program for his formula that he had been trying to get right since it had something to do with genetics. If it was not done right it could create problems for anyone who uses it. He was looking at his notes and looking at a genetics strand trying to figure out how the formula would alter the genes to perfect them. It was not a easy job that Dr. Sandage did, but it was what he was paid to do though.
His assistant was busy working on the chamber trying to make sure that it ran right and would not have any problems at all with it. "How is the chamber coming along Dr.? I hope that you are not having problems working with this?" He said to her as he was ready to start testing soon. "Now have you contacted people to perhaps try this because I believe this will be a medical break through Dr." He told her as he looked and watched her work on what she was doing.
His assistant was busy working on the chamber trying to make sure that it ran right and would not have any problems at all with it. "How is the chamber coming along Dr.? I hope that you are not having problems working with this?" He said to her as he was ready to start testing soon. "Now have you contacted people to perhaps try this because I believe this will be a medical break through Dr." He told her as he looked and watched her work on what she was doing.