Chapter 49: Your Paper’s Kind Of Awesome (8)
A faded memory.
If I traced a fragment of that memory back to its origin, it revealed a picture of me during my joint Masters-Ph.D program.
During this time when I hadn’t yet been in the labs for two years, a senior of mine who’d occasionally have a smoke in the smoking booth in front of the science building randomly brought up an interesting topic.
─ Do you know what scooping means?
─ Yeah, I do.
Although I had only been a young graduate student who’d just learned research methodology at the time, I knew the concept of ‘scooping’.
─ It happened to the lab next door, apparently.
─ No wonder. That’s why you could hear things being thrown around last night.
The atmosphere of the lab that had gotten scooped was basically a house of mourning.
Of course it’d be, they’d lost the baby that they’d spent long, arduous hours racking their brains to birth.
─ Was it China or Taiwan? I don’t know which one exactly but it seems that their research was on the same subject. The guys over here received government funding to finish their tests and everything, too, and were just about to submit it for a physical review but well, they said that the other country got it approved first.