When the conversation inevitably shifted to computers, no one except Henry and Bruce Banner could get a word in. And once it involved formulas, efficiency, and similar issues, it showed signs of crossing from computer logic into the vast gulf of mathematics.
But Henry was not like Bruce Banner. Once Banner got worked up discussing academic matters, he seemed ready to forget food and sleep, unwilling to stop until they reached a conclusion. Henry noticed the clear-eyed looks from the others, radiating a self-awareness that said, I'm fucking stupid.
"Dr. Banner, let's stop here. I've suddenly realized this isn't quite the right setting. This is supposed to be a biotechnology symposium, isn't it?"
Noticing that the smile on his assistant and former girlfriend's face remained unchanged while anger smoldered in her eyes, Bruce Banner knew he had gotten too absorbed again. What a pity—he had finally met a new friend he could talk to.
"What a shame. I still have so many questions I wanted to ask."
"Dr. Banner, you design all the computer software needed for your research yourself, don't you? Since you only treat computer programs as tools, you aren't particularly familiar with the latest developments in programming and algorithms."
"There's no need to constantly chase the latest programming languages. As long as they work, that's enough."
"That's true. But when you also pursue efficiency and accuracy, that conflicts with the attitude of simply making do with something that works."
Seeing Bruce Banner preparing to let his thoughts run wild and continue the discussion, Henry quickly stopped him.
"Dr. Banner, how about this? Would I have the honor of visiting your research sometime? I'm currently staying in New York, and it's rare for me to come to the West Coast. I think I should be able to make