If he had only a little talent, he'd write a love poem about it. Or at least song. He did not dare, but it was clear to him that such Miloš Urban, Milan Kundera or Dan Brown or Umberto Eco would have made a post-modern criminal novel. There would be a murder, a kidnapping, or a conspiracy, and the secret police and the nameless witnesses would be paralysis.
But the point of the whole story would still be the two of them, David and Lucie, two mad young scientists who converged in the lab in one attempt, which would of course be illegal and inhumane, but what else would the detective be…? And while David and Lucie would enjoy sex as a canoe between shelves with a variety of scientific equipment, the police would search for dead bodies and kidnapping people.