Carlos snorted softly and shook his head. “I’m
not the ridiculous one – and no, I’m not a scientist anymore.” He was tempted
to laugh again, but Carlos took a big sigh to keep the giggles at bay. He
grabbed his bottle and took a drink of juice to help himself a bit more. “Can’t
be a scientist without a lab,” he went on, “and mine’s back in the Vault,
remember? I’m just a scavver now.”“Hmm….. I’m not sure that’s really how it works, heh. Weren’t there scientists that did shit outside of a lab? Like uh…. the ones who looked for fossils and shit, they were out diggin’ in the dirt and still counted as scientists, I think you count too.” He winked. “If ya really need a lab though, I could probably set ya up with somethin’, y’know?”
“You’re supposed to get back to the lab with
your data,” Carlos explained. “Science isn’t about just doing field work all
the time.” He sighed. “No, I don’t need a lab. Like I said, I don’t do that
anymore – I’m a scavver now. Can’t really eat working on science, you know?” Well, he was getting sad now. Dammit.
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