Baltzel artificial man (scientist)

Usually he does not expect guests; he is surrounded by a large sterile laboratory, where scientists under his leadership scurry back and forth. Perhaps these people here, working for him, came not only because of his ideals, but in order to understand him, but this did not bother him, he did not allow secrets to be revealed. He didn’t understand people well, and he didn’t try, his ego was too big, although he met a couple of worthy people, but it was too bad.

He sat in his office and looked through boring waste paper. He didn’t deal with unimportant papers, but dumped them on the workers; it was more interesting for him to supervise projects than to do such tedious work, but on this day it seems he wanted to concentrate on this. Baltzel drank his coffee, leafing through papers and hoping that he would not be interrupted, but his hopes were dashed when he was interrupted again and he raised his cold gray eyes, the color of steel