Chapter 284 Dissertation

• Grace
• Frustration gnawed at me. I stared at the blinking cursor on my screen, wishing that it would move. Words would appear, fill up the page and then I'd be free. My dissertation had been so slow-coming that it felt a bit like I'd never get it done. The words that should have been easy-coming weren't even buzzing in the back of my mind.
• I pushed back with a cry of frustration. This was my life's work, essentially. I knew the science in and out, yet I couldn't get it all on the page. Part of me knew why: it was too damn expensive to be useful. We were stuck on the re-synthesization of it. I almost wised Jackson hadn't decided to be such an ass and kept his mouth shut. Even if he knew nothing about magical medicines, four heads had to be better than three. As long as it was this expensive, there was no way that I could ever even humor defending it seriously, let alone presenting it.