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"You're letting me GO!' I bellowed. I lay on the hospital bed, glaring at my now-former colleague.

"I'm sorry Dr-"

"No! Do not Apologize!" I interrupted, "Just tell me why?"

"What choice do we have, Drew?" He flailed his arms, "You nearly blew up the whole institute!"

"Which we were able to prevent!"

"It destroyed some of our research!"

"Half of which are retain-able!"

"People were injured!"

"But no one was severely wounded!"

"EXCEPT FOR YOU!" He stared right back at me. He scanned my every injury; 3rd degree burns, lacerations that nearly took my eye out. I was not in a pretty state. A moment of silence hung before James started talking.

"Do you not see that you are a danger to not only to everyone, but also to yourself?" he sighed. He slumped down on to a chair near my bed.

"So, that's it? I'm being let go cause I hurt myself!?" I scoffed, although I was deeply hurt to know that I was getting kicked out from my dream job.

James Possible looked at me, his chin rested on his fist. He was deep in thought from what I could tell. He knew I was hurting. I knew he knew. So, why isn't he doing anything?

James finally stood up, "It's more complicated than that, Drew, and you know it. If your research ever fell into the wron-"

"It didn't, alright!" I interjected, "I deleted it, so there's nothing to say about it!"

'You know that's not the problem here!"

"There is no problem, besides the fact I'm getting fired!"

"LET GO"

"SAME DIFFERENCE!" I shouted back, "5 years I devoted myself to the damn Institute and after one mistake, I'm hitting the curb!?"

"The board already made the decision. I'm sorry Drew, but there's nothing I could do." James said apologetically. I couldn't believe it. This guy was my idol and friend. Now he has the galls to say that to me

"There is something you can do." I said through gritted teeth.

"What is that?" James ask curiously.

"Get out."

The room fell silent once again. James got up and just left, mumbling something I couldn't hear before he exited my room.

Alone, I let myself wallow into my thoughts. I couldn't take it anymore. All this is too much to process. I know why they told James to tell me the news. Not Ramesh, not Bob. No, it had to be Jim here. Did they think it would soften the blow? No, it merely doubled the effect. I was crestfallen and angry. How could they do that!? I was hurt too badly to go around punching things, so the only thing I could do was just shout. I shout out all my frustration. It doesn't matter that I was disturbing the other patients, I just wanted to release everything. The frustrated shout turned to soft sobs. It's over. The science community would have heard of my mistake and I know there's no way they would hire me. Who would hire the man who nearly released a megalomaniac AI program to the world?

I, Drew Theodore P. Lipsky, am now a washed-up genius with no employment.