pucciniomycotina, which were a type of plant pathogen, with the goal of creating a beneficial mutant that would reduce the extent of agricultural damage they caused. However, his project was a shot in the dark because he didn’t even know what type of mutation he was looking for. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack without knowing whether the needle existed. “Maybe I should have thought this through,” he said aloud. He poked around with a metal inoculation needle, using the tool to move around the plant matter and check for potential signs of growth. He had a few of them on the table. Four were rusted. Not great, he thought. Frustrated, he got up and decided to ask Pat what to do next.


    Fuck, not more of them, he thought and sighed. He hated the tedious, repetitive work cultivation brought with it.


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    Please continue, he thought and almost laughed out loud as he noticed his craving for praise.


    finally, things are starting to work out for me. He had barely finished his thought when his phone rang. He took out his phone and saw “Mom” on the screen. He sighed and pressed the green button.


    Yeah, right.