Sister, Sister - Chapter 1
Professor Utonium yawned as he walked into the lounge at Townsville Research Center. He put his
black leather briefcase down on one of the many tables that were scattered about the room. He
walked over to some cabinets that lined a corner of the room, and took out a white, ceramic mug
sporting the slogan "Science is Cool." As he proceeded to fill this up with an ever-ready batch
of frehly-brewed coffee, he heard someone come in.
"Professor?" It was Carrie Oakey, one of his students. "Having trouble with the assignment,
Carrie? I'll be glad to help."
"No, Professor, that's okay. I understand the micro-nuclear fusion perfectly. It's just that...
well..."
"Yes, Carrie?"
"Well, I was talking with some of my friends, and we were wondering..."
"What is it?"
"Well it's about the Perfect Girl Formula. What would the result have been if you hadn't added
the Chemical X?"
This question took the Professor by surprise. He took a sip of his coffee and thought for a
moment. "To tell you the truth, Carrie, I'm not exactly sure."
"You've never tried to do the experiment over? Just to find out?"
"Well the thought never occurred to me. I mean, my Girls aren't *exactly* perfect. But I
wouldn't say the experiment backfired."
"Oh. I see." She adjusted the strap on her backpack, which had begun to slip off her slender
shoulder, then turned to leave. She stopped and turned back around when the Professor began to
speak. "Thank you Carrie. I think I'll go home and give the formula another shot." Carrie
smiled, and walked out the door, hurrying to catch up with her girlfriends. The Professor took
another sip of his coffee and picked up his briefcase. He was deep in thought as he left the
room.
Professor Utonium yawned as he walked into the lounge at Townsville Research Center. He put his
black leather briefcase down on one of the many tables that were scattered about the room. He
walked over to some cabinets that lined a corner of the room, and took out a white, ceramic mug
sporting the slogan "Science is Cool." As he proceeded to fill this up with an ever-ready batch
of frehly-brewed coffee, he heard someone come in.
"Professor?" It was Carrie Oakey, one of his students. "Having trouble with the assignment,
Carrie? I'll be glad to help."
"No, Professor, that's okay. I understand the micro-nuclear fusion perfectly. It's just that...
well..."
"Yes, Carrie?"
"Well, I was talking with some of my friends, and we were wondering..."
"What is it?"
"Well it's about the Perfect Girl Formula. What would the result have been if you hadn't added
the Chemical X?"
This question took the Professor by surprise. He took a sip of his coffee and thought for a
moment. "To tell you the truth, Carrie, I'm not exactly sure."
"You've never tried to do the experiment over? Just to find out?"
"Well the thought never occurred to me. I mean, my Girls aren't *exactly* perfect. But I
wouldn't say the experiment backfired."
"Oh. I see." She adjusted the strap on her backpack, which had begun to slip off her slender
shoulder, then turned to leave. She stopped and turned back around when the Professor began to
speak. "Thank you Carrie. I think I'll go home and give the formula another shot." Carrie
smiled, and walked out the door, hurrying to catch up with her girlfriends. The Professor took
another sip of his coffee and picked up his briefcase. He was deep in thought as he left the
room.