*Sigh* Just couldn't help myself, huh? It's a new fic. I'm not sure whether
it'll be comedy or not, but that's what I'm going for. Short, I know, but
it is only a prologue..... Anyhow, this fic is based on feedback. As in, if
I don't get any, I'll drop it to work on my other fic, like I should be
doing right now. ^^;; So if like and/or want it to continue, review! Ideas
are more than welcome, by the way; the more implausible, off-the-wall,
strange, odd, or incongruous, the better. ~_^
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"They say that love is more than something physical. They say that love is a grand mystery, a wonderful enigma, something to be savored, and not explained away. They say that love will never be fully understood. They say that love will never be within the realm of a scientist, but ever in the realm of a poet. They say that love is a bond that can never be broken, between two star-crossed individuals. They say that when you see your one, true love, that you'll know. They say that love is the stuff of dreams and miracles. They say that love is an all-encompassing, pure, wonderful, magical thing.
_I_ say that they're all morons.
Who are 'they', anyway?
'They' are just a collection of fools that have more influence than they should. 'They' are a group of people who are trying to keep the world from catapulting into an era of total automation, electronics, computers, and emotional and spiritual sterility. 'They' are a ragtag brigade of lovelorn losers who hang out at bars and try to meet their 'special someone'.
'They' are a bunch of loonies who need to have their heads examined.
Sure, mysteries are nice. I like mysteries. Agatha Christie novels are great, and so are John Grisham ones. I could give you a list of mystery authors that I enjoy, but you won't see the names "Mother Nature", "Father Time", or "Real Life" amongst them. Why?
Those mystery novels are packed full to the brim with exciting clues, heinous villains, artfully wrought suspense, ingenious foreshadowing, and a thrilling conclusion.
And love? Well, I have yet to see any of those elements come into play.
So, there are obviously some non-believers out there, crying out at the injustice of my words, wishing for this 'sublime mystery' called love to continue. What can I say? How about: Get your heads out of the sand-- to replace a more explicit comment-- and listen to me?
On to the point. For my Domino High Science Fair project this year, I am going to synthesize love. This will be based on a chemical synthesis, and done candidly, to prevent contamination of the natural processes unfolding. The test subjects for this experiment, selected from this very class for ease of observation and the recording of data, will be Yugi Motou and Duke Devlin."
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Seto read his paper over once more as the bell rang, satisfied that it contained no errors. Granted, his normal style of writing wasn't quite this... informal, but he felt like he could make an exception with this teacher. Due to their shared love of science, they were more like colleagues than teacher and student. Besides, this was going to be the introduction for a scientific journal, so if he was recording his own thoughts, he could be as casual as he pleased. He waited patiently for the rest of the students to file out of the classroom, and strode up to the teacher's desk, laying it down. "Dr. Stein, my project for the Science Fair."
"Excellent." The teacher, a rather short, pale man in his mid-thirties, with curious grey eyes and straight ginger hair, picked it up, skimming the contents with a glance to see if he found anything to disapprove of. "I'll get back to you on this tomorrow, before class."
"Of course." Seto strolled out of the room. Tomorrow was the day they went to the lab that week, so he should be able to make the concoction he needed without too much trouble; once he had the teacher's permission, after all, he could use the school equipment, and possibly their ingredients, if they had them. One thing was for sure; this promised to be the most interesting experiment he'd done in a while....
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"They say that love is more than something physical. They say that love is a grand mystery, a wonderful enigma, something to be savored, and not explained away. They say that love will never be fully understood. They say that love will never be within the realm of a scientist, but ever in the realm of a poet. They say that love is a bond that can never be broken, between two star-crossed individuals. They say that when you see your one, true love, that you'll know. They say that love is the stuff of dreams and miracles. They say that love is an all-encompassing, pure, wonderful, magical thing.
_I_ say that they're all morons.
Who are 'they', anyway?
'They' are just a collection of fools that have more influence than they should. 'They' are a group of people who are trying to keep the world from catapulting into an era of total automation, electronics, computers, and emotional and spiritual sterility. 'They' are a ragtag brigade of lovelorn losers who hang out at bars and try to meet their 'special someone'.
'They' are a bunch of loonies who need to have their heads examined.
Sure, mysteries are nice. I like mysteries. Agatha Christie novels are great, and so are John Grisham ones. I could give you a list of mystery authors that I enjoy, but you won't see the names "Mother Nature", "Father Time", or "Real Life" amongst them. Why?
Those mystery novels are packed full to the brim with exciting clues, heinous villains, artfully wrought suspense, ingenious foreshadowing, and a thrilling conclusion.
And love? Well, I have yet to see any of those elements come into play.
So, there are obviously some non-believers out there, crying out at the injustice of my words, wishing for this 'sublime mystery' called love to continue. What can I say? How about: Get your heads out of the sand-- to replace a more explicit comment-- and listen to me?
On to the point. For my Domino High Science Fair project this year, I am going to synthesize love. This will be based on a chemical synthesis, and done candidly, to prevent contamination of the natural processes unfolding. The test subjects for this experiment, selected from this very class for ease of observation and the recording of data, will be Yugi Motou and Duke Devlin."
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Seto read his paper over once more as the bell rang, satisfied that it contained no errors. Granted, his normal style of writing wasn't quite this... informal, but he felt like he could make an exception with this teacher. Due to their shared love of science, they were more like colleagues than teacher and student. Besides, this was going to be the introduction for a scientific journal, so if he was recording his own thoughts, he could be as casual as he pleased. He waited patiently for the rest of the students to file out of the classroom, and strode up to the teacher's desk, laying it down. "Dr. Stein, my project for the Science Fair."
"Excellent." The teacher, a rather short, pale man in his mid-thirties, with curious grey eyes and straight ginger hair, picked it up, skimming the contents with a glance to see if he found anything to disapprove of. "I'll get back to you on this tomorrow, before class."
"Of course." Seto strolled out of the room. Tomorrow was the day they went to the lab that week, so he should be able to make the concoction he needed without too much trouble; once he had the teacher's permission, after all, he could use the school equipment, and possibly their ingredients, if they had them. One thing was for sure; this promised to be the most interesting experiment he'd done in a while....