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Morgan nodded, scratching his chin.  What Tor said definitely made sense.  The last thing the world needed was for crazy people to be made even crazier.  Plus, not many people would be willing to allow their mentally ill loved ones to be experimented on unless they knew that they'd get results...

(Hmm...  I think that it sounds like an interesting idea.  If you send me a link, I'd be willing to do that.) Morgan nodded in understanding.  "Well, naturally you couldn't intentionally do that.  Logic should be tempered with ethics after all.  If I might offer some advice, perhaps you...

(Oh?  I'm interested.) Morgan grinned back at Tor, happy as always to see her excited about her work.  "Oh, I definitely know what it's like to have people disbelieve you all the time.  It's hard to get investors behind experiments that don't directly serve their own interests."  Morgan...

Morgan raised an eyebrow as the monkey began to thrash and flail in its seat.  "I see what you meant earlier.  I assume that you've managed to find a way to calm subjects back down as well?"  Thought he didn't say so out loud, Morgan had to admit he was somewhat envious of the fact that they...

Morgan raised an eyebrow at the mention of monkeys.  "Really?  Over in bio they only ever let us use rats.  But yes, I'm aware of that."  Morgan had taken off his own lab coat when they left the biology lab.  "So, what have you managed to figure out so far?"  Morgan pulled a chair over to her...

Morgan nodded at Tor's observation as he began to put his lab equipment away.  "I know.  Right now we're still working on a way to make it specifically target non-bacterial cells, but it'll take a while.  We're so close though.  We've had success reattaching lost limbs, regenerating damaged...

Morgan grinned as he started walking over to "Satan's spice rack".   "Not quite...  normally stem cell therapy can take weeks, or even months to heal injuries.  What this does is it stimulates the mitosis cycle of the exsiting cells, causing them to divide at a rapid pace.  The constant...

Morgan chuckled slightly at Tor's  mention of the hazmat suits.  "Yeah, say hello to six months worth of funding.  All necessary of course.  Now allow me to show you why."  Morgan pressed a button, and the door to the testing area opened.  Inside there were several different tables, a fairly...

Morgan grinned and got out of the car, his case of files clutched in his hands as he headed into the building with Tor.  Once inside, he led Tor to his section of the laboratory.  Unlike the neuroscience department, the bioscience department was largely empty save for Morgan.  A few scientists...

Morgan nodded and started the car, turning on the CD player as he pulled out of the driveway.  Morgan happily nodded his head along to his driving mix tape as they drove, a strange combination of hard rock, folk rock, and indie rock.  As he parked outside the lab, Morgan gave Tor a questioning...

Morgan rolled his eyes at the mad scientist comment.  "Oh, I'm not the only one." He said jokingly, watching Tor stretch for a moment before stepping away from the garbage can so she could get by.  With a shake of his head, he went upstairs to get dressed.  When he came back down he wore a black...

Morgan gave Tor a somewhat confused look, then a small realization dawned on him.  "Right, right.  You're  a neurologist, not a biologist.  So you see, a cancerous growth, or tumor if you prefer, is just tissue growing in a shape or form that it shouldn't.  A big problem with my experiments...

Morgan frowned, giving Tor a serious look.  "Come on Tor, that's quitter talk.  Listen, just last month I managed to make something that would've guaranteed us enough money to fund a lifetime of experiments.  I created an aerosolized chemical that, when inhaled, caused malign cancerous growths...

Morgan smiled back at Tor, happy to see her so excited.  "I'd say that sounds like a miracle of modern medicine, and like you're having a lot less trouble than I am.  The problem with my research is that whenever it fails, my rats die.  Then I have to pay for new ones, and the sponsors get angry...

Morgan took a sip of orange juice, raising an eyebrow at Morgan's statement.  "Really?  That's great, I can get some more work done on cell reconstruction.  I think I'm close to a breakthrough that will revolutionize the medical industry.  I just need to figure out how to stop the reconstruction...

Looking over his shoulder, Morgan nodded at Tor's question.  "Yeah, sure.  There's some glasses in that cupboard.  Then he turned his attention back to the food.  It looked good, and smelled better, so he pulled it off of the stove and served it on two paper plates.  Morgan didn't really have a...

Morgan smirked and rolled his eyes at Tor's apparent surprise, turning slightly to hide the small redness that spread across his cheeks.  He'd worked professionally with Tor for a while now, but he'd never really seen her in any state of undress.  Plus she was fairly good-looking, so he couldn't...

A few minutes later Morgan came walking down the stairs, hair still messy.  He'd take a shower later, but for now he'd decided to just wear some lounging clothes.  He wasn't surprised to see Tor still asleep, and for a moment or two he debated waking her up.  A few moments later he shook his...

"Yet mad I am not... and very surely do I not dream." - Edgar Allen Poe's The Black Cat San: 60 Morgan awoke with a start, peering around with bleary eyes.  The beeping that rang from his alarm clock was grating, and despite the subconsious knowledge that he had things to do today at the...

Thale gently pushed Kaska back into the bed. "Why do you think you're doing? Just wait here, I'll fetch the doctor." Thale then rushed to find Haamin, telling them that Kaska had tried to sit up and broke his stitches. @mewbot5408