birdswords
He was really well convinced this would be much better received. It was a stroke of genius, but apparently the scientific community would be having none of it. Why, he was moments from changing the world. He'd put two decades of research into this, and for what? For a company to tell him his demonstration and studies were inconclusive--he knew why they wouldn't fund him, he knew they were just covering their wallets and keeping them well padded, while he held the cure to everything in his hands. He stared down at it in disappointment, biting his lip. It would be too expensive to manufacture, too cruel to dangle it over the heads of terminal patients who couldn't afford it, and too much time to waste trying to convince other companies to fund him. He stood outside the company's headquarters and took a deep breath, before dashing the vial to the sidewalk and leaving his life's work splashed across the cement.