The Morality of Science (see tags for each chapter inside

I posted the first chapter of this under a different name, back in it's early stages. I have revised it and the second chapter, tho don't think I'm finished, everything is up for more revisions and am welcoming feed back. :17: maybe (jk :p )

Chapter 1: Izumi

Izumi was in room of the modest two story house. Doing what the twenty year old always does in the morning before breakfast. She was working at one of her random curiosities that she likes to call an ‘experiment’. Having graduated from high school four years ago, others would consider her brilliant, she disagrees entirely. She just considers her self overly curious.

Two years ago, at her mother’s dismay, she dropped out of college just from lack of interest alone. She considered college completely boring, full of dumb kids and failed adults. She hates the teachers the most though, finding them pompous and stifling. Every time she actually got interested in something the professor was talking about, she would ask questions, most what if questions but still well thought out. She felt that her professors were either annoyed at from being questioned and actually having to think or take a side, or they didn’t know and they hated looking stupid. Izumi got fed up eventually and just left, and occasionally looked back in a ‘wow, was I really like that?’ or a ‘wow, was life really like that?’ kind of way.

This doesn’t mean Izumi hasn’t found a way to support herself if she needed too, but she liked the quiet little neighborhood. Why should she go find an apartment in the big city, not to say she can’t get more with her ‘concoctions’ that she sells, but she doesn’t make them to get rich. They were a curiosity, when said curiosity is satisfied, she sells it off to the highest bidder.

Some days she wonders what she used to dream about as a kid, at a certain age, the concept of dreams was lost to her. The words of those who tried to fallow her dream or even to make one. fell on deft ears. Dreams where for those who felt they had a purpose, the more she thought this, the more she loathed herself and her life. To distract herself from this she continued to get more curious and continue to work on pointless endeavors.

But her ‘laziness,’ as other’s would call it, is only half the reason she stays at her mother’s house. The other reason is that both her sister and her mother are bombshells. She hates to admit it but she does find them both attractive. Her sister, Orihime, is still very loliesc for being