Death to cary118

I'm worried that everyone in my lab is not staying sane. I mean, not everyone, just one guy is kinda losing it. He's working on the worst piece of shit machine I've ever known. He is not alone, he is one in a series of miserable people who have come into contact with this machine, but he will be the last. When his series of experiments are done, the machine will be done. It's name is cary118, and it was built in the fifties and no other man or beast or piece of metal on the earth even resembles it. It's purpose is to measure the way that hemoglobins take up oxygen under different conditions. Currently it is being used to analyze chicken hemoglobin. Then it will be used for hummingbird hemoglobin. Then it will probably be put to rest. But what is the purpose of knowing about chicken and hummingbird blood? Is it really necessary? They say prayers in the name of Science and Truth, but who will say prayers for the man who slaves over the machine? Who will pray for his youth and sanity? I will.

Dear Lord of the Heavans and Earth, help my friend!