Post by Leander Hastin on Nov 26, 2014 13:41:59 GMT -8
Leander wasn't a huge fan of the cafeteria at lunch-time, mainly because of the large number of students that inhabited it, but having forgotten to go and find proper food, and not having the time to run into town to get anything else, he was there today, a plate with a sandwich and a couple of pickle slices in front of him. After taking a sip of the water that he had brought with him from the clinic, he pulled out a sheaf of papers and lay them on the table.
He read as he started eating the sandwich, his eyes scanning over the pages. It was a new study on transgenic pigs, not something in his direct line of study, but an interesting concept all the same. The so-called Enviropigs were a curious idea, but he didn't know what else to think about it. He had no major issue with genetically modified creatures, but there were others who did. Luckily, it was nothing that he had to do, after all, he was a practicing veterinarian, he didn't work with research trials... It might make for an interesting change of pace, he thought, but he didn't want to actually give up the freedom he had in his clinic.
He read as he started eating the sandwich, his eyes scanning over the pages. It was a new study on transgenic pigs, not something in his direct line of study, but an interesting concept all the same. The so-called Enviropigs were a curious idea, but he didn't know what else to think about it. He had no major issue with genetically modified creatures, but there were others who did. Luckily, it was nothing that he had to do, after all, he was a practicing veterinarian, he didn't work with research trials... It might make for an interesting change of pace, he thought, but he didn't want to actually give up the freedom he had in his clinic.