NOW the man called AT had continued to check on June during her laboratory work at Cannon.
The doctorate candidate equally began to develop some level of trust in him.
She came to rely on him more, as he continued to tell her things she didn’t know.
So, seeing that he’d gained the woman’s trust, the Cannon don took the next move on the game.
He wanted June doubting herself. So he began pointing faults that weren’t there.
June had been quite confident. She’d been really certain about her work...
But when the corrections began to pour – a thing now, another point later; one thing here, another one there...
No, June began to see ‘faults’ everywhere she looked.
She began to doubt her processes altogether. She began to doubt herself, too.
For those faults were pointed out by someone she had trusted. And who had scored her high.
Things continued this way and June broke a splinter at a time...
A piece of bone here, a pound of flesh there.
Till she was a pile of mess. Like her shattered beakers.
She began to lose her touch, her tact, herself.
And one after another she stopped two of her three projects and stayed with one.
But AT wasn’t done yet.
Yes, the man knew that June could pick up the projects again. At a home laboratory when she finished with them.
And if she did, he thought it would be an insult to Cannon.
“Nobody comes here and leaves us spreading wings, nah! The real star here’s got to be us!
“We are the legends, the great and prestigious Cannon.
“That should sink in their skulls!”
So the man planned it.
“If this little girl is back to one practical project... like all of her mates stick to one, then it means she’s known her place!
“But then is that her place, really? Is that the place I want for her?
“Big chemistry is in practical experiments. But what have most of us become at Cannon?
“We are more of theorists, teaching the fundamentals...
“So why will this small thing beat us in what we oversee?
“Now I want her stopping that remaining experiment, and turning to theory!
“I want her becoming a theorist like most of us.
“That is your place now, June Simeon!
“That is your fate, my dearest dolphin!”
Therefore, AT went back hitting harder in brainwashing June.
He talked lowly of the practical side of pure chemistry. And then, highly of its theories.
He nagged about laboratory work. Complained about its lapses. And made talks to discredit things.
He pitched the experiments by the theory in an unbalanced argument that favored his stance.
He just went on imposing his thoughts on her...
Up until she stopped her last experiment, and chose a path in theory.
She lost her confidence to practice.
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