7th Day of Cylus
718th Arc
718th Arc
“Research, Lord Virikai, is the foundation to all progress in science and learning.” Asher declared. The stout and eccentric researcher was one of Virikai’s lecturers at the Academy, but they also worked together in the Facility of Retrospective Analysis. Asher had been expounding on various theories of Clinical research to his student and colleague, never missing out on an opportunity to educate the younger eídisi.
This declaration somehow brought yet another passionate spark into the teacher's eyes, and he stared at his student feverishly for several moments, before his jawline tightened as he reached an internal decision. Virikai himself was leaning against a wall with crossed arms, staring through the held-mirrored window wall into an adjacent room. He was watching a young aukari girl with a intensity rarely seen in his milky gaze.
Virikai would be working with the girl for the whole of the season, using her to better understand typical neuro-developmental stages and limits of the aukari race as a whole. Colleagues were working simultaneously on the stages of other races. All children were the same ages… it was something different for the FRA, working on such a large project. It was the beginning of a much larger project into the various races of Idalos.
“Exactly!” the Talius scion heard his lecturer exclaim, declaring more to himself than to the student. Virikai, of course, was used to these strange moments where the professor conversed with himself half the time in silence and half the time aloud. The student said nothing, knowing it would not help him at this stage, and he simply waited for the inevitable conclusion and explanation.
“Of course! Virikai, today I shall impart upon you the proper methods of 'Research'! Only with this…” He began to grab a chalk and to scribble a list of words upon the black board secured against the opposite wall, “…only with this, will you be able to transit properly into a respectable researcher in Viden. We are not emotional namby-pambies like other disciplines, races or institutions.”
Glancing away from the subject in the other room, Virikai raised a brow. He was reminded of Literature, to which Asher had often referred to as 'pointless' and 'unscientific'. Virikai did not agree with that assessment.
“We are a science, and this is where we take our pride in! Solid, predictable, calculator results. The only fault in any failed operation is the researcher. It is inevitably of missing data, because of missing understanding.” Speaking more to himself now than to his perplexed apprentice, the more experienced researcher continued as he jotted down words, the chalk scratching frantically upon the black canvass.
“You’re not wrong, sir,” Virikai began pointetly, gaze following the white scrawl of chalk with a frown. they were at work, not in a lecture - why was the man insisting on educating him now? “It would be a shame to miss data from the current subject I am observing.”
This declaration somehow brought yet another passionate spark into the teacher's eyes, and he stared at his student feverishly for several moments, before his jawline tightened as he reached an internal decision. Virikai himself was leaning against a wall with crossed arms, staring through the held-mirrored window wall into an adjacent room. He was watching a young aukari girl with a intensity rarely seen in his milky gaze.
Virikai would be working with the girl for the whole of the season, using her to better understand typical neuro-developmental stages and limits of the aukari race as a whole. Colleagues were working simultaneously on the stages of other races. All children were the same ages… it was something different for the FRA, working on such a large project. It was the beginning of a much larger project into the various races of Idalos.
“Exactly!” the Talius scion heard his lecturer exclaim, declaring more to himself than to the student. Virikai, of course, was used to these strange moments where the professor conversed with himself half the time in silence and half the time aloud. The student said nothing, knowing it would not help him at this stage, and he simply waited for the inevitable conclusion and explanation.
“Of course! Virikai, today I shall impart upon you the proper methods of 'Research'! Only with this…” He began to grab a chalk and to scribble a list of words upon the black board secured against the opposite wall, “…only with this, will you be able to transit properly into a respectable researcher in Viden. We are not emotional namby-pambies like other disciplines, races or institutions.”
Glancing away from the subject in the other room, Virikai raised a brow. He was reminded of Literature, to which Asher had often referred to as 'pointless' and 'unscientific'. Virikai did not agree with that assessment.
“We are a science, and this is where we take our pride in! Solid, predictable, calculator results. The only fault in any failed operation is the researcher. It is inevitably of missing data, because of missing understanding.” Speaking more to himself now than to his perplexed apprentice, the more experienced researcher continued as he jotted down words, the chalk scratching frantically upon the black canvass.
“You’re not wrong, sir,” Virikai began pointetly, gaze following the white scrawl of chalk with a frown. they were at work, not in a lecture - why was the man insisting on educating him now? “It would be a shame to miss data from the current subject I am observing.”
