Training To Become A Genetist

The office was quiet as Mr White pondered with his head down at the information he had just heard.

His expression wasn't looking too good as he frowned. "It's not impossible for them to tinkle with the make up task. But it shouldn't be that easy to mess with it unless they had the permission of other Senior Professors."

Mt white muttered to him self. "Concocting three basic genetic serums is ridiculous. Even for genius Genetist, it's almost impossible to achieve."

Mr White muttered. "Let me make some inquiries."

He opened up his interface and an holographic image appeared above his hand.

To others, they could only see specks of light, but to Mr White, the beautiful specks of light contained pieces of information he could see, touch and feel.

Mr White tapped furiously on his interface but a few minutes later, he shook his head and flicked his hands, closing his interface in the process and sighed.