He gives you a curious look. "I'm very sincere. Your question is a curious one - you've certainly worked at MetaHuman for some time, so I was hoping that you're somehow familiar with those beings who vary from the human norm. And yet here you are, with a question like this. Strange ."
He doesn't look angry; instead, he's genuinely intrigued by you. Not entirely satisfied with his answer, you move on to more practical matters: the salary and the precise responsibilities of the job. Finally, you thank him for his time and escort him back to the waiting room.
Next. You tell Jon-Tarr that he will be informed of your decision very soon. Then you turn your attention to the other occupants of the waiting room. Professor Nemesis has arrived. He has dark hair and eyes and is short: barely taller than Claudette Byron. The two sit in tense silence, facing each other.
Given the professor's late arrival, you decide to see Claudette next. "Mrs. Byron, could you come to my office? Professor, I'll be with you shortly."
"Take your time," he says with a wide smile.
Claudette follows you into his room and sits across from him.
You consider your first question to Claudette, aware that she's interviewing you to keep a job she's already performed ably for the last three years.
Remember that you can see Claudette's profile, as well as the other candidates' profiles, on your stats screen. "I really enjoyed my work here," she replies. "The research and development facilities here are the same as any on the planet - certainly the same as any other private organization. My position has afforded me an excellent opportunity to explore and expand the limits of my capabilities and I am very grateful for this."
As a publicly traded company, MetaHuman is not exactly the private organization it describes. But you overlook that fact. "And you don't find working in the corporate environment restrictive?"
She smile. "I would like to maintain a view of scientific research as pure, existing as knowledge in its own right. But the truth is that it does not exist in a vacuum. It depends on money, and can only be considered as a component in the generation of that money. But that is true of any great creative endeavor - the Michaelangelos and Mozarts of the world have always had to consider the needs of their sponsors above their own inner muse.Perhaps this is why Van Gogh was a master: because he was a failure in his own life. "
"Sounds like you find the business world distasteful," you say.
She considers this, then replies, "Maybe a little."