Look behind you, it's a three headed monkey!
Location - Science department.
Time - Late afternoon.
Zack Jarvis stood in his lab, staring at the large blackboard which covered one of the walls. It was covered by strange squiggles, games of noughts and crosses, and what appeared to be a design for a new type of giant sandwich. Zack wondered why a highly advanced spaceship, capable of traveling vast distances, with computers capable of calculating a trajectory through the densest of asteroid fields (and completing the Sun crossword with a thesaurus in just under two days), had labs equipped with what was basically a sheet of slate nailed to the wall. Oh well, Zack thought, it came in useful for inventing new types of junk food. His next design was going to be a deep fried curry pizza.
Zack wondered over to his desk, covered by reams of computer print outs, scribbled notes, and computer disks, all coated with a thick layer of chalk dust. He shoved a pile of pizza boxes off his seat and sat down. Picking up the newest sheet of paper, he glanced at it, looked over at the calculations on the blackboard, and then back at the paper.
"There's no way these results could be false, Holly, is there?" Zack asked in a morose voice."I'm sorry, but we've checked them thoroughly, and they're accurate." replied Holly. Zack read through the printout, slowly giving up hope, before accepting the inevitable and slumping back into his chair."You know, after all these years, all the time and effort that has been put into this research, I hoped that, well, you know, there would be something at the end of it", mused Zack. "I suppose that that's just the way of the universe. We discover something new, a small, glittering grain of knowledge, expecting it to light the way, giving us direction in life, and explaining what we're here for...... but then it just unearths a hundred NEW mysteries, showing us for what we truely are. Lost children, adrift in this vast sea of ignorance, staring at the stars, never to realise-""Look, Zack, you're just going to have to admit that there's no way of making decaf. coffee that doesn't taste like crap." Holly interrupted bluntly."Yeah, but I was going to retire on the patents.." sniffed Zack.
"Oh well, back to the furtherence of Mankind. What's my next project, Holly?""Lets see.... Oh yes, you were going to see how many styrofoam cups you could dissolve in a beaker of acetone."
Zack sighed, as he picked up his coat, and set off to the science department canteen."My work is never done...."
(OOC. - Zack who? OK, I'm very sorry, my already sparse posts have been pretty much non-existent over the last couple of months. I'm just going to have to take a back seat for the moment, as I'm going to still be pretty busy over the next month or two. After then, I should be able to post regularly, and to take an active role in plots. People are, as usual, welcome to use Zack as you wish. Just don't kill him. Or paint him pink. Or shave his head. Or do any of the many thing's I'd happily do to anybody else's character left in my care. Muahahaha....)