He leaned against the counter. "The project? I finished that, but I can still teach you about it. Assuming you know the basics, we had to find something to test. It can't be simple like mentos in a soda bottle or something stupid we did as kids. It has to be something that can help here on earth. Help improve the world. So I decided to look into cell regeneration. It might sound boring but think about it. You lose cells when you get hurt. So I decided to look into it more and see how it works. It's so fascinating. I got to test all kinds of things with it. Granted, I had to hurt myself a bit to get the data for it, but it was a wonder to see how it works."
He rambled for was seemed like hours when it was just a few minutes. The excitement in his voice was evident for anyone to hear as he paced back in forth in the kitchen talking about his research. He pushed himself off the counter. He had a big smile on his face. "Hundreds of illnesses that are incurable, and then bam!" he yelled, clapping his hands. "Cured, I mean the possibilities are endless. Am I going too fast? Sorry, I tend to rant about things like this. It's only because I like it so much, and then I start to get into detail about it because it's just so amazing—the thought of helping people in the future. People tend to be scared of change, so I'm afraid that if I pitch this to someone, then it might get rejected. If it gets left, my research will have been for nothing. Sure I have files saved and everything, but this stuff is dangerous, you know. I want this to work. I mean, it's not like anyone would notice. Do you think people would see my work? Like important people. What am I saying now? Of course, no one would listen to someone like me. I-" He cut himself, realizing he was rambling, and quickly apologized. "I'm sorry you probably didn't get any of that. I was talking so fast. I get so excited, which I already said. I knew I said that, heh." Alexander scratched the back of his neck from embarrassment.