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PostPosted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 7:14 am    Post subject: 500 X 39 Test Tubes Reply with quote


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PostPosted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 2:01 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Ella put on her white gown and reached out for her stethoscope. Her first patient was waiting for the appointment. An elegant woman was sitting next to the door and held a magazine in her hands, but her eyes couldn’t conquer nervousness.

“Mrs Joan Kovalsky, come in please,” Ella invited the woman to her office. She felt that the beginning of this day wouldn’t be easy…

“I’m looking for the last resort”, Mrs Kovalsky began to talk desperately.

“What happened?” Ella asked. The woman aroused her interest.

“I and my husband can’t have our own children. We tried many ways to have one. It will be too late in several years. I must have a child. You see, I feel that my husband will leave me…” the woman sobbed.

“I don’t understand, Mrs Kovalsky. Do you want to have a child to keep your husband?” Ella tried to keep her cool. What a nonsense! It looked as if the child was a new car or another gadget to keep her husband home…

“It means, doctor, that we have been trying for seven frustrating years. I went through three unsuccessful surgeries. Doctor, it is me who can’t have a child… My husband doesn’t want to hear about any adoption. He wants to have a child of his own, flesh and blood, you see. Doctor… what about a test-tube baby?”

Ella shuddered. The woman waited for an answer. Several years ago Ella knew the answer to such a question. Four years ago she decided to have such a baby. Then it was a normal decision for her – a doctor – when other possibilities disappointed.
Presently she knew that the decision was taken too rashly though she read a lot of professional studies on the subject. Then she felt ready. She really felt ready…
Her daughter was seriously ill… Her own daughter was born with developing defects. Ella felt the injustice painfully; she treated so many people, but she couldn’t protect her own child…
And what about her own husband who waited for the child desperately? Well, John left her and their two-year-old daughter because it was too much for him…
Her bitter recollections came back, but her patient looked at her expectantly.

“There is no easy answer, Mrs Kovalsky”, Ella answered after a while, “Of course, it’s a chance to have your child. But I must say to you as well that medical researches say they have found unexpected risks in this method.
Such children are born with serious defects. They often suffer from Beckwith-Wiedemanna Syndrom or from Angelman Syndrom. Such children subject to the diseases more frequently in comparison to children born naturally. I’ll refer you to a very good specialist.
Mrs Kovalsky, everything I can do it’s to ask you to think the matter over without haste... You should be well prepared – you and your husband…”


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PostPosted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 6:25 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Jolanta

The mother's womb is a better provider of protection than a test tube – I see your point. Keep trying, Mrs. Kovalsky – try soft music. Put the vodka down and try "Sprite'. The labratory glassware turned you on. Jolanta.
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PostPosted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 8:39 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

They say that cognac is quite good in stresful situations...

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PostPosted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 12:27 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Night of the Monster

Harry Buschman


“Igor, IGOR –– where are you Igor!? Where is that no-good hunch back when I need him?”

The Professor looked everywhere. Under the tables, In the fume hood, even in the Biological waste disposal bin – no Igor. In exasperation his wild feverish eyes caught a movement above him.

“Hanging from the ceiling again – hah! I‘ve caught you, you ugly misshapen dwarf! Come down from there immediately.”

“Yes Master.” Igor meekly dropped to the floor and stood crookedly before Professor Finkelstein. “Do not beat me, Master. I was gathering strength for the transformation.”

“Where is the brain, Igor. This is the night! The night of nights – I must install the brain immediately. When that storm strikes we must be ready.”

“It is in that bottle on the end of the bench, Master –– the small bottle, not the big one.”

The Professor picked up the small bottle at the end of the bench and looked at the brain inside. “It’s a very small brain, Igor.”

“The smaller the better, Master.”

“I see your point, Igor. You sometimes show a great deal of common sense for a dwarf who hangs like a bat from the ceiling.” Igor was aware that the next monster would be a politician, and certainly a large brain, one capable of wisdom and far thinking would be a handicap.

The storm was growing in intensity and lightning flickered ominously as the Professor settled the brain neatly in the empty cranium of what would soon be the next candidate for President of the United States.

“A lot of empty space in there, Igor,” the Professor noted.

“Stuff it with straw, Master.”

“Good thinking, Igor.”

The empty space in the cranium was stuffed to fill the empty space in the politician’s head and the ceiling panels were pulled back to expose him to the lightning. The rain beat down on the laboratory equipment and soon Igor, the Professor and the politician monster were soaked to the skin. Finally a bolt of lightning flashed blindingly through the open roof and struck the monster. It was followed immediately by thundering crash and the monster sat up.

“It’s alive! It’s alive!” shouted the Professor.

“... and fully charged,” said Igor.

“Uffa guffa, bulla gullova, stay the course, mission accomplished, down with the democrats” droned the monster politician.

“I think he’s ready, Igor. Turn him loose in the countryside.”
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PostPosted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 1:45 pm    Post subject: stories Reply with quote

Harry I have to admit that this one made me chuckle at the end. While it reminded me of Frankenstein it also made me wonder what it would be like if that really happened? Sometimes I wonder hwo big our own president's brain is, perhaps his is stuffed with straw as well? Wink Anyway my political leanings aside I think you wrote a great story!
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I found your story fascinating I wouldn't have thought of that! I liked your point of view as well, very good story, I liked the descriptions of the characters. Very Happy
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PostPosted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 3:30 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Hello, Heidi!

From time to time my stories are moralizing, I feel, and that is why I often hesitate before sending them.
But your comment shows that my stories can give something new to others, so I am happy very much.

I’m waiting for your story, Heidi.

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PostPosted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 10:47 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Harry,

I have just read your story. It’s really amazing. It is a very ingenious story. I was reading it with real pleasure and with smile.
It’s great.

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PostPosted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 5:15 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

The Experiment
© Marlicia Fernandez 10-26-06 (WC 500)

Rows of test tubes and beakers lined the tables in the empty laboratory.

The clock on the wall said five am. No one would arrive for at least a couple of hours. That suited him. He wasn’t supposed to be here. Stupid, shortsighted, overeducated bigwigs. They’d let him go days ago, saying his project wasn’t viable.

Actually, he shouldn’t blame them. They couldn’t help it if they had no vision. He supposed that was why they each had so many degrees. Maybe the old saying was true, those that couldn’t do, got degrees… He grinned, so it wasn’t a perfect quote, but it got the idea across.

The clock ticked, counting down the seconds. Where were his materials? He’d seen them what seemed like minutes ago. Of course everything looked different from where he stood and time moved at a different rate.

His eyes swept the room until they rested on a second table covered in debris. Behind the mess were the chemicals and notes he needed. How did they get over there? Or was the question how did he get where he now stood?

The flame on the Bunsen burners had gone out and shards of glass covered the counter and floor below. He realized his head ached and his arms were cut and bleeding. Memory returned with the pain.

The explosion.

Had it thrown him across the room? How was it no one had come to investigate? Gingerly, he got to his feet and made his way to the unused beakers and test tubes. They looked smaller, somehow. Had his experiment worked?

Splinters of glass glittered in his path and he did his best to avoid them. When he reached the first beaker he stopped and measured it with his eyes. Reaching into his lab coat, he pulled out a marker and a ruler. As he got closer to the forest of glass, he realized it wasn’t the beaker he wanted, but one of the long, narrow tubes.

When he found the one he wanted he placed the end of the ruler against it. Then he slid beneath the ruler, raising it until it balanced on his head, against the glass container. With his free hand, he uncapped the marker and marked the measurement on the tube. The he turned to see the results. Thirty centimeters. He’d doubled his height.

The clock continued to tick. Urging him onward. He looked up. Five forty-five am. Did he have enough time to try another experiment, a more potent one? Did he dare risk discovery?

The marker shook in his hand, as did the ruler. Wrinkles that hadn’t been there before webbed his skin. The clock might say forty-five minutes had passed, but for him it was five to fifteen years. An unexpected side effect.

There was no choice. He had to continue with the experiment while he was still able. He stared across the great chasm separating him from what he needed. But how would he manage to get across?

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PostPosted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 5:23 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Jolanta,

I felt so sorry for the poor woman and her husband, but I'm with Harry. The best and safest place for a developing baby is in the womb. Try a little romance and a little soft music, no alcholol, LOL and let things happen. If he leaves her because it doesn't happen, he's not much of a husband. Nicely written.

Harry,

My own political leanings aside, I found this amusing and a little frightening. I had to giggle while I read it as I sometimes really do wonder what is going on in the heads of certain politicians (and others). Thanks so much for the giggle. I never would have thought of this in a million years.

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PostPosted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 5:06 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Poor little guy, shrinking away. It proves you shouldn’t even take you own medicine unless it’s approved by the FHA. Nice, the way you’ve done your build-up Marlicia – the mess in the lab.

By the way – you’ve assumed my monster is the sitting president, I wonder why ...
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PostPosted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 8:31 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Marlicia,

I am delighted with your language; rich and the same time simple. It was a very good English lesson to me.

I am always very happy having read your story because they are always written in an amazing way; very good language, surprising ideas, some gentleness...

Your stories and other writers' stories here show me very good language. It is invaluable to me.
This place on the Forum is my favourite one.
Thank you.

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PostPosted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 11:18 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Harry and Jolanta,

Thank you for taking the time to read and comment on this for me and for your encouraging words. You both know how much I appreciate it. Smile

Hmm, Harry, I'm not sure why you thought I thought your piece referred to a sitting president. Was it something I said? Implied? Embarassed Confused Wink I think all politicians frighten me a little. Wink

Jolanta,

Your english is very good and getting better all the time. I love to read your stories when you post them...you so often have a viewpoint I would never have considered and we all benefit. Awesome. Smile

THanks again,
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PostPosted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 12:52 pm    Post subject: The Cure Reply with quote

Allison sighed as she glanced at the laboratory clock. How long had she been here anyway? 'Let's see I got here about seven this morning and it's now ten, no elven at night, that makes about sixteen hours.' She thought shaking her head, some people might call her crazy for spending so much time at her job. "But they aren't the ones that are so close to finding a cure for Parkinson's." Allison said to herself with a smile. It was a good thing that the government finally decided to approve stem cell research. It had been four years since two-thousand-six but that was enough time for people to see how much could be done and just how many people around the world were affected by cancer and Parkinson's disease. Ever since then Allison had been working tirelessly to find a cure for one of the diseases. She knew if she did that she could prove that this was something worth using not just a bunch of rubbish. A bubbling noise startled her out of her reverie. It was almost ready, to test. A pinkish liquid bubbled quietly beside her she took her tweezers and picked up a few of the cells carefully dropping them in. After a few minutes she poured the solution into a beaker and put a cap on it. She put the label on making sure to write 'to be tested on Parkinson's patient John Doe.' in shorthand. She smiled, it was only a few weeks ago that she had found a formula that slowed the progression of Parkinson's with a little more work she had perfected it. Now all that was left to see if would work. But deep down she knew it would, it had to, people were depending on this simple scientific discovery.
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Robert was late. He walked into the classroom and sat in the back.

“Well, I see Mr. Schreve has decided to join us today.” The class laughed at the older professor’s comment.

“Mr. Schreve, please stay until the class is over. I need to speak with you.”

Robert nodded his head, and tried to ignore the laughter. At 45, he felt foolish sitting in a classroom, but he had promised.

After class, Professor Banderson’s stood at the door talking to several students. He was a short, fat, grumpy old man, but he was tenured, and no one crossed him. Robert knew he would prolong the conversations as long as possible.

“Well, Mr. Schreve,” the professor said, turning to him after the last student left the room, “I understand you are planning to graduate next semester. You must feel proud of yourself.”

Robert couldn’t tell if this was sarcasm or genuine approval.

“Yes,” he replied.

“And you need this course to graduate.”

“Yes sir.”

“Then, perhaps you can explain why you have been tardy every single day? I expect more of you.”

“I understand, sir.” Robert could say no more.

“Mr. Schreve, must I be forced to fail you? Engineering graduates should possess an understanding of professional and ethical responsibility. This means they have developed a habit of attending class on time.”

“I understand,” Robert replied quietly.

“And, I don’t like to mention such things, Mr. Schreve, but you should pay more attention to your attire. Your hair is seldom combed, and your clothes always wrinkled. Are you on scholarship?”

“No sir.”

“Financial aid?”

“No sir.”

“Then you can afford better?”

“Yes sir.”

“You are older,” the professor said, “but not too old to turn your life around, make something of yourself, make someone proud. I was 47 when I received my doctorate, Mr. Schreve, and no one had to tell me to be on time. I do understands the difficulties you must be face but please understand, I will not tolerate another absence. If you cannot provide an acceptable reason, and by acceptable, I mean serious illness or family member’s death, you will suffer the consequences. You may be excused.”

As Robert left the room, he stopped for a split second and touched one of the glass tubes. Banderson noted the man’s odd behavior, but shrugged it off as inconsequential.

The next morning, Banderson arrived early. He walked to the faculty lounge and picked up the morning newspaper. On the front page was a picture of a man standing in front of the corporate offices of Herka Enterprise. The article went on to explain the long illness and subsequent death of Mr. J.M. Herka, survivors: wife, Mary Lou Herka, one married daughter, Laura Schreve, and one grandson, Robert Schreve. Banderson folded the newspaper, and placed it on the table, and then walked toward his classroom with a heaviness he had not felt in years.
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PostPosted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 1:22 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Sorry for this late response. I’ve been away from any computer for a few days.

Jo, I enjoyed your test tube story. I am still in awe at how these things can be.

Harry, I loved the humor! Loved it! I think I’m going to try and go in that direction for awhile.

Marci, your story reminded me of the Nutty Professor.

Heidi, a cure for Parkinson's disease... what insight, I wonder how close we really are?

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PostPosted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 2:11 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Heidi

Right in the middle of the controversy! Can you really pick up cells with tweezers? Anyway, I’m with Allison, we need more people like her – you’ve got a sympathetic character ... she’s very appealing

Linda

I felt sorrier for old Prof. Banderson than I did for Robert. He’s been absent from human relationships so long he naturally assumed everyone was a sluggard but him. Nice bit of holding back, Linda.
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PostPosted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 2:27 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Thank you Harry. Like you, I began to feel sorry for the prof also...isn't that odd? No matter how I tried to make the piece about Robert, I kept returning to the professor.

I only wish I could sum stories up as well as you...noting not only the story, but the mechanics as well!
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PostPosted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 1:28 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Heidi,

you touched a very important subject. I was wondering sometimes if it is good that richer countries conduct research though it doesn’t mean at all that more inventive scientists live just in such countries.
Perhaps we would have many solutions solved already if the best scientists ever, the ones living in poorer countries as well, conduct research thanks to money from the richest coutries...
Money mean a lot for research, but the scientist is the most important key, I think.
And like Allison, they should spend time and effort on the research.
I like your story – it makes me think of life, briefly put. Sometimes it depends so much on a little pill…


Linda,

I like stories placed at school even if students are at 45 and even older. This story is sad, but on the other hand it shows behavior of a real man. Men express their pain and sadness in a quite different way than women do, I think.
I think that a girl or a woman would burst into tears and say the truth. Well, it would be much healthier, I feel…

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PostPosted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 10:17 am    Post subject: Stories Reply with quote

Linda I enjoyed your story, I have to admit that I too felt sorry for the professor and I felt sympathy for Robert as well. Thanks to everyone for commenting on my piece, Harry, I don't know if you can pick up a cell with tweezers I wasn't sure so I just went with it! Well look forward to reading more stuff.
P.S.-I got this idea after watching an interview on the evening news with Michael J. Fox about the stem cell controversy...it got me thinking and this is what came out! Cool
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PostPosted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 2:45 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Heidi,
Very interesting take on the prompt, and very timely. The controversy goes on. Will she find the answer? I'd like to know.

Linda,
The poor professor, he seems a more pitiable man than the student. The student has lost much, but it seems that he has also experienced much in order to be affected so deeply. The professor seems isolated and unaccustomed to the side of humanity that makes us human. Perhaps he's been involved with engineering too long. It made me think...thanks for posting.

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