CSR Surveillance Mission #2

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[font=Palatino Linotype]"Wait, what had you just said..."

At that moment the burning indignation on the face of that young woman in bib and brace, walking in rounds in the waiting room under the local transport nodal point the composition of this industrial district was crowned with, well, that burning indignation was expresed in the list of most degradatory definitions of professorial stuff of the institute that wasn't mentioned, that institute itself, the management of the corporation, the name of which was replaced by several names of reproductive organs of invertebrates.

In nutshell, that five minutes speech that Alexander and captain had to listen to under protest but with no choice, included the disapproval of actions of some organisations that recalled the grant on some kind of research into biology. Unfortunately, the precise title of research was replaced by swearing along with scientific terms once again. Now that young lady was left here with the delay in payment of quarterly instalments for the flying laboratory stationed in the docks above and was generally depressed. And also they now knew that her surname is Moore.

Miss Moore, or Vanessa, or Vii, as she preferred to be called, was one of the people who day after day ran into all the seven circles of scientific hell with commercialisation of the research programs, not related to legal drugs or military equipment and that way not occupied by Cryer and associates or the governmental agencies.

Eventually, that day was not the best one for Philosophiæ Doctor Vii until for some reason Alexander found it a good idea to come closer and help her to calm down - most probably to avoid another cultural shock.

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