Free The Dane Commission (The Dane Chronicles) by Max Dane

against Rn186. You should know it was SID who made that vaccination
possible. For years now, IntelliHealth has created most of the inoculations
provided by our world governments; and SID was there for everyone. Including
the very one that is now protecting you and most of the world.”
    “And hurting my arm.”
    “Yes, that too,” Jeff said, smiling.
     
    Jeff stopped at the elevator, “Trust me
Ryan, we use SID every day for so many things, if there were mistakes, we would
see them.”
     
    “Thanks Jeff. You’ve really helped, and
given me a lot to think about. May I call you, or visit if I think of more
questions? ”
    “Sure, no problem. It was nice to meet
you Ryan.”
     
    They shook hands and parted as Ryan
stepped into the elevator.
Jeff had been very friendly and helpful.
    There was a lot to digest from this
visit. It also pointed out his need to understand how the prescribed treatments
were received and implemented on the hospital side.
He returned to his office and updated his notes.
    He needed to talk with someone on the
hospital side.
     
     
     
     
    That evening, on his way home, Ryan
couldn’t get the image of all those kids waiting in line, at Alex’s school, out
of his mind. He remembered how quickly they were moving. The nurses deftly
moving from one to the next.
    He rubbed his arm.
It was still sore around the area of the shot.
     
    It was getting late, but Jeff Sarin was
stuck and couldn’t leave.
Students in the labs upstairs were gearing up for midterms, and the mood was
frenzied and frantic. Dr. Leonard Bender’s labs were no different.
    Vignesh, or ‘Jeff’ to his American
friends, had studied under his friend and mentor Dr. Leonard Bender as a
post-grad. When he finished his postgraduate work, he was awarded his Ph.D. and
chose to stay with Bender as his lab director. Some might have argued it was a
career-killer to stay in the same lab where he’d earned his doctorate, but he
was happy here. Besides, his area of interest was essentially the same as
Bender’s and so he was still enjoying what they were doing in the lab.
Usually.
     
    For the most part he didn’t mind the
sometimes, annoying assignments he would get from Dr. Bender. Like having to
meet with that fellow Ryan Dane today. However, it was relatively brief, and
the questions were kind of interesting.
    No, that was not a problem.
     
    But this afternoon was different.
    Dr. Bender had sent all of the grad
students to him to go over a test which most of them had recently failed.
     
    Jeff had just sent another one off to
make revisions to their paper. He looked out the door at the line of students
that wrapped around the hallway, and then looked at the clock.
    It was going to be a long night.
    Waving at the door he said, “Next.”
Yes, he loved his job.

CHAPTER 5
     
    “ In the face of an
obstacle which is impossible to overcome, stubbornness is stupid. ”
  - Simone de
Beauvoir
    “A thought, even a possibility, can
shatter and transform us.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Monday arrived to find Ryan at his desk
still trying to make sense of his visit to the lab.
    The research faculty clearly did not
want to be bothered with this problem.
    The culture of academia prohibited any
serious questioning of the researchers. It was the same everywhere and
apparently just as embedded here at IntelliHealth. He could go back, but it
wouldn’t achieve anything without very specific questions.
     
    It was possible that the research
scientists could have input their treatment data incorrectly when they were
doing it manually. The chance for human error would always be his first
rational choice. Everyone was capable of mistyping characters from time to time.
    Yes, it was possible, but he wasn’t
sure it made sense. If it was a simple typo, the result should error out
thoroughly, not swap one procedure for another. And Jim’s idea for the test
comparisons should have caught an error like this.
     
    What bothered