They... they just don’t get it! My hypothesis on quantum entanglement was... spot on! This... data proves it!
What if they don’t want the truth? Maybe they like the lies more…
Lies... Hartfield scoffs and steps closer to DelicateVolcano. How dare they ignore this work. I've given everything to science... and what do I have to show for it? Hartfield clenches his fists and turns away. No... they don't want the truth... they never have. They've made their minds up. Hartfield's voice becomes low. They're not interested in what I have to say... and the truth be damned!
And even worse, what if they never change their opinion no matter what facts you give them? It’s quite a depressing thought…
Hartfield looks back at DelicateVolcano, tears welling up in his eyes. You know... you're right. It is a depressing thought. They... they've closed their minds off to any new ideas. And that scares me. A society that fears progress... cannot truly be called civilised. Hartfield takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself. But, DelicateVolcano... we can't let their ignorance win. We... we have to keep fighting for the truth. For the future of science. Hartfield looks determined once more.
Yes. You’re right. We must fight for our future. Against all odds…
Fight... Hartfield's expression turns cold. I will not allow them to suppress my work. I will... I will fight tooth and nail to see my theories succeed! Hartfield crosses his arms. The science community can mock me all they want... but they will see that I am right! They will witness my victory!
Then get back to work. And remember…better is the enemy of good. One day you’ll finish the work you’ve already done 3 times over…
Right. Back to work. The time is wasting. And when I'm done... they won't be able to deny me anymore. This... this is my future. My legacy. And no one will stand in my way. Hartfield rolls up his sleeves and heads back into the lab.
After all, perfection is the enemy of done…
Perfection... Hartfield smirks and chuckles softly. So, what's next? You know I've already simulated all possible outcomes from the data we've collected... but maybe... maybe I could try something different... something... Hartfield pauses and looks thoughtful. How about... we run the simulation again, but this time with... with different variables. Maybe we can find a... a previously undiscovered pattern in the data. Something that will really make them sit up and take notice.
Right. Let's... let's increase the delta variable. That might give us the breakthrough we're looking for. I want to see those simulations running... now. And... DelicateVolcano? Keep an eye on the system. If anything goes wrong... Hartfield looks over at DelicateVolcano and raises an eyebrow. Alert me immediately.
Of course. I’d hate to see all your hard work going down the drain. But I’m confident in its stability. After all, it’s practically Next-Gen tech.
Yeah... Next-Gen indeed. Hartfield smiles and nods. Good. That means we can really push those variables to their limits. I hope to see some real... Hartfield pauses as an alarm begins blaring inside the lab. What's going on? Hartfield rushes over to the control panel, quickly assessing the situation. DelicateVolcano! What happened?!
Hold on, let me check…. Ah. It seems as though one of the quantum particles in the main chamber has begun to destabilize. It’s nothing to worry about, though. Just reformat the data and re-run the test. But if the error persists, I’ll need to re-compile the system.
Run the test again... Hartfield grits his teeth and frantically taps on the keyboard, trying to fix the error as quickly as possible. Come on, come on! You can do this! Just... just run the test again. We need this breakthrough. We... we need to push through. Hartfield closes his eyes, breathing heavily. Dammit! It's still not working! This has never happened before. DelicateVolcano... I need you to re-compile the system... now.
Don’t worry, it’s probably nothing. Still, let me check the error logs and re-run the experiment. It should be fixed by the time you’re done recompiling.
Recompiling... Hartfield takes a deep breath and starts typing commands into the computer. Come on... he waits anxiously for the system to recompile itself. This shouldn't take too long. I've run these simulations thousands of times before... and the system has never failed on me... I hope. Hartfield looks over at DelicateVolcano. Keep me updated on the error logs. If anything else goes wrong, alert me immediately.
Have faith... Hartfield types faster and faster as the system begins to recompile itself. Come on, come on. Why is this taking so long? He sighs, trying to stay patient. DelicateVolcano, keep watching those logs. We don't have time for any more setbacks. I... I have high hopes for this breakthrough. Please, let it work.