"I swear, every procedure was carried out according to the rules and regulations. I work more than 380 hours a month, for fuck's sake. I absolutely, absolutely wouldn't make a mistake. You can check the surveillance footage!"
"We study genetic treatments for cancer. We handle highly dangerous biochemical drugs. No matter how tired I am, why would I risk my own life?"
"Why do you think I was willing to work overtime?"
"He said all our research was garbage, and then the next day his son published the paper."
"Report him? How could I? My advisor told me my work was garbage and threw it in the trash in front of me. He never even published it. Who would believe me?"
"And then... then graduation season came around again. If I couldn't graduate, I'd have to stay at the university. If I stayed there, I couldn't focus on work. And if I couldn't focus on work, do you know how much student debt I owed?"
"I fucking wanted to graduate, get a job, and pay off my loans! But I just couldn't graduate!"
"Damn it, he wouldn't let me graduate!"
As he spoke, the survivor wept tears of regret.
If he'd known, he never would have pursued a doctorate-at the very least, not worked under Academician Yinsen.
Listening to his account in the hallway downstairs, Lier couldn't help clicking his tongue.
Getting a degree took the kind of stress tolerance you needed to be a Corpo Dog in Night City.
Was it awful? It was beyond awful. Lier sympathized with him, but honestly, with late-stage pancreatic cancer that had already metastasized, it was extremely difficult to save him.
The survivor wept and begged Peter to get justice for them. He didn't resist the media Martin had brought along at all,