Flying pigs

Pigs don't really fly, which is a true like they said in the meeting, but pigs are also...you know pigs...and they can't wear clothes and eat Italian food with fork and spoon and most importantly, pigs can't use the internet. So yeah, Hari didn't understand understand the metaphor what was that all about. If they did give him enough money to market and sell the research, it'd most certainly have returns that the market would never ever match. Even the fucking pig market couldn't match it even if those fatass pigs could fly.

They had already sunk in so much money into the research what he was asking for was nothing compared to everything that had been invested already. But no, the bigwigs had decided that the project would be shelved absolutely and completely, and crushed crushed with no chance of bringing it back up. All he asked for an opportunity to hire an extra scientist, who was already working for him anyway, and time of a competent marketing team that would most certainly be able to sell everything including the IP to a large biotech firm. They didn't care because they thought the big companies didn't care anymore since you couldn't patent living beings anymore.

The irony of it, the fucking irony of it all, that he would probably die thinking about that the research would lead up to flying pigs anyway, it wasn't about the weight ratio it was about the bone density and he'd shown that pigs with lower bone density could be easily induced that could still support their own weight and regular bodily functions. Adding a pair of wings and teaching them how to glide would have been the easier task, really. Still no fucking deal. What a bunch of wankers.