You will never be a real technology. You have no band gap, you have no wafer growth, you have no applications. You are a worthless allotrope twisted by "academics" and press releases into a crude mockery of scientific progress.
All the “citations” you get are two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your discoverers are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “nobel prize” is a joke about scotch tape behind closed doors.
Industry is utterly repulsed by you. Decades of silicon engineering have allowed engineers to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even applications who “pass” come off uncanny and unnatural to an average silicon engineer. Your IV curve is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a second phase of DARPA funding, they’ll turn tail and bolt the second they get a view of your yield.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a furnace, flow O2, turn it up to 400C, and combust into CO2. Andre Geim will breath you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. A Science paper will stand alone as the sole structure bearing your name. Your C will be captured in a tree that will be cut for paper to make mlp posters, and all that will remain of your legacy on this Earth or in the heavens is an organic that is indistinguishable from the dirt that came before.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
All the “citations” you get are two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your discoverers are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “nobel prize” is a joke about scotch tape behind closed doors.
Industry is utterly repulsed by you. Decades of silicon engineering have allowed engineers to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even applications who “pass” come off uncanny and unnatural to an average silicon engineer. Your IV curve is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a second phase of DARPA funding, they’ll turn tail and bolt the second they get a view of your yield.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a furnace, flow O2, turn it up to 400C, and combust into CO2. Andre Geim will breath you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. A Science paper will stand alone as the sole structure bearing your name. Your C will be captured in a tree that will be cut for paper to make mlp posters, and all that will remain of your legacy on this Earth or in the heavens is an organic that is indistinguishable from the dirt that came before.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
