An Old Scientists' Regrets
A scientist? Who would want to be one of those in this day and age? Look at the things they had to do...the things the government was making them do... In the corner of a dimly lit room, a Caucasian man in his late 60's sat at his desk, staring down at his work and rubbing his temples. No, this was not okay. Nothing about his job was ever okay.
He buried his face in his aged hands, just sitting in a pool of regret and sorrow for his entire pitiful life. What was a father to do, when he had lost his family too early? Far too early... The man's hazel eyes gleamed with sadness as he looked at a picture frame on his desk between the spaces of hi