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Degrees, certifications, citations, diplomas, and other awards nearing and exceeding what was prescribed for the Nobel committee all hung there like the dead extolling the virtues of Nii Prajna, professor of letters. Below all these glories, he stared hating. To him they were useless, fruitless like the skins of sheep fading in the sun. In these he found no lasting joy or immortality, that them fading was becoming a tenant of higher learning. From them the dark-haired male faced his current "experiment" – his own child.
With wide eyes, innocent that with every scientific discovery has left lines of poisoned rats, the cheerful child showed off the new clothes...
"You look very nice..."
Prajna praised his "subject," "Be on your best behavior, Usa, one of my colleagues is coming for a visit..."
"Yes, father," the child in the red vest, said before hugging him.
Father and child played, the professor tested his "experiment."
"Are you happy? Can I play the yueh-ch'in for your friend father," the over cute Usa inquired, "May I?"
"If it makes you happy, Usa, be my guest... Practice first, I wouldn't want my friend to think I have a child without talents..."
"Oh, father," Usa took the joke and the musical instrument out, "I will play will and make you happy..."
"A pun?
Usa's dear father mused at a different joke, "My child, "Usa,"
means "Bunny," the same creature seen by some as the pot-marks on the Moon..."
Prajna read as his "subject" makes an attempt to coax a tune out of the moon guitar. He could not help to hear every missed note, cord, and fingering. Prajna would not mention his desire fore perfection – it would have broken Usa's tender little heart.
"Father, where is your friend from? Who is he? So I can greet him properly..."
"Such a good child," he patted Usa's white hair, "Her name is Siddhi, she is studying under the great sages in Koron..."
"Where is that, father?"
"Western China," Prajna answered his "subject," "She is also your mot..."
Suddenly, a draft of cold air form the north blew out several candles. Immediately, Usa spiritedly jumped to open the door and welcome her father's special friend...
"Science can do anything. Technology can solve everything! With our minds and adaptations, we can make a better wolf for future generations, make life easier," the man in the white lab coat shredded his awards – he could not save "Usa" despite his brilliance, "In seeking an ideal world, the solutions only create more problems than what it was created to solve..."
He stroked a white stuffed rabbit with a little red jacket, "Isn't that right, Bunny-chan..."
"Doctor Nii!"
A shout.
"Yes?"
The dark-haired male in glasses gave a hazy glance, "And what has gotten the student council president's panties all in a bunch? Would you like me or someone else to help you get them off of you..."
"Why are you just sitting there?"
A fluster crossed her cheeks.
"I haven't figured that out yet," he reclined in his chair, "You could always sit here in my lap and we can fid out together..."
A foul look came. She hesitated slapping him. Nii Jiean deserved it, but he would probably enjoy it too much. She crossed her arms, "You should get back to work...or at least do something..."
"He will be inclined to work when he is inclined to get paid..."
He presented the stuffed rabbit and answered in a high-pitched voice almost mimicking the same tone as Usa when he had the name "Nii Prajna."
Degrees, certifications, citations, diplomas, and other awards nearing and exceeding what was prescribed for the Nobel committee all hung there like the dead extolling the virtues of Nii Prajna, professor of letters. Below all these glories, he stared hating. To him they were useless, fruitless like the skins of sheep fading in the sun. In these he found no lasting joy or immortality, that them fading was becoming a tenant of higher learning. From them the dark-haired male faced his current "experiment" – his own child.
With wide eyes, innocent that with every scientific discovery has left lines of poisoned rats, the cheerful child showed off the new clothes...
"You look very nice..."
Prajna praised his "subject," "Be on your best behavior, Usa, one of my colleagues is coming for a visit..."
"Yes, father," the child in the red vest, said before hugging him.
Father and child played, the professor tested his "experiment."
"Are you happy? Can I play the yueh-ch'in for your friend father," the over cute Usa inquired, "May I?"
"If it makes you happy, Usa, be my guest... Practice first, I wouldn't want my friend to think I have a child without talents..."
"Oh, father," Usa took the joke and the musical instrument out, "I will play will and make you happy..."
"A pun?
Usa's dear father mused at a different joke, "My child, "Usa,"
means "Bunny," the same creature seen by some as the pot-marks on the Moon..."
Prajna read as his "subject" makes an attempt to coax a tune out of the moon guitar. He could not help to hear every missed note, cord, and fingering. Prajna would not mention his desire fore perfection – it would have broken Usa's tender little heart.
"Father, where is your friend from? Who is he? So I can greet him properly..."
"Such a good child," he patted Usa's white hair, "Her name is Siddhi, she is studying under the great sages in Koron..."
"Where is that, father?"
"Western China," Prajna answered his "subject," "She is also your mot..."
Suddenly, a draft of cold air form the north blew out several candles. Immediately, Usa spiritedly jumped to open the door and welcome her father's special friend...
"Science can do anything. Technology can solve everything! With our minds and adaptations, we can make a better wolf for future generations, make life easier," the man in the white lab coat shredded his awards – he could not save "Usa" despite his brilliance, "In seeking an ideal world, the solutions only create more problems than what it was created to solve..."
He stroked a white stuffed rabbit with a little red jacket, "Isn't that right, Bunny-chan..."
"Doctor Nii!"
A shout.
"Yes?"
The dark-haired male in glasses gave a hazy glance, "And what has gotten the student council president's panties all in a bunch? Would you like me or someone else to help you get them off of you..."
"Why are you just sitting there?"
A fluster crossed her cheeks.
"I haven't figured that out yet," he reclined in his chair, "You could always sit here in my lap and we can fid out together..."
A foul look came. She hesitated slapping him. Nii Jiean deserved it, but he would probably enjoy it too much. She crossed her arms, "You should get back to work...or at least do something..."
"He will be inclined to work when he is inclined to get paid..."
He presented the stuffed rabbit and answered in a high-pitched voice almost mimicking the same tone as Usa when he had the name "Nii Prajna."