Magdalen’s bells ring and the robin flutters away. If my research is approved, Mankind will enter new territory, able to reverse aging whilst increasing fitness.
My nervous breath spurts out, dragon-like. Condensation, carbon-dioxide and vapor exit my lungs, molecules are transformed, like magic. When medieval scholars stood in this very spot, had they, amidst a first snowfall, breathed out dragon shapes and believed it magic? Will my research be dismissed as witchcraft? Is the world ready?