>1 SUCCESS!Most of your experiments ended up inconclusive. Under the microscope, the hair looks like regular ol' hair. The hair itself, while flammable, doesn't burn any differently from what you would expect out of hair.
It's not any stronger than regular hair, it doesn't move on its own, and physical contact with it doesn't elicit any reaction. By all metrics it's a lock of greasy black hair, and that's about it.
But that's the kicker. During one of your tests, you threw some of the hair into a beaker filled with water in order to wash the grime off. The water quickly turned rancid from the sheer amount of grease and grime caking the lock of hair.
Anthony pulls out the wet lock of hair from the beaker with some tongs, and it's still grimy. Still filthy. Still caked in dirt, oil, and what smells like blood. He tries to scrub away the grime, but no matter how hard he tries, the hair remains filthy.
Out of blind curiosity, Lucy throws a piece of old scrap metal into the water. When it's fished out, the piece of scrap metal is now completely caked in grime. You try to wash it off again, but, just like the hair, there seems to be a near infinite amount of filth caking the piece of scrap metal.
One last test shows that this also applies to biological material. You dipped a tiny amount of spam in it, and it, too, is now permanently caked in filth. You had to slice a few layers of meat off to get something that resembles a piece of clean meat.
Huh.
>OILY BLACK HAIR PROPERTY DISCOVERED! (The hair produces a very potent contaminant when exposed to water. This contaminant is impossible to wash by normal means and can only be removed through destroying the contaminated object.)You have no clue how useful this could be. If anything, it's a nuisance to work with. You might be able to make a nasty weapon out of it, or maybe it could be used to sabotage machinery, but that's about the start and end of its applicability.
Before you can ask your coworkers for their thoughts, a sharp and shrill dial tone catches your attention.
"Eh? Those guys are callin' again?" Anthony loudly groans. "Auuughhh." He covers his ears, trying his best to block out that damn ringing.
"W-we should probably an-answer, r-right?"
"Yeah. I think they said they were going to call us back, soooo..." You head over to check on the phone. Instead of Lucy this time, Anthony joins you.
"I have some CHOICE words for these freaks." Even if he's probably not going to be as kind as Lucy would be.
You pick up the receiver. It crackles with sharp, electronic static just like last time. Calling....
<span class="mu-i">CONNECTED.</span>
https://youtu.be/5hgvD35CX0kAll you can hear over the phone are loud, droning winds. It's loud enough to drown out the static that you were hearing mere moments before. If you really, REALLY focus, you can barely make out the sound of someone shuffling through paperwork.
"Good evening, gentlemen! May I ask you what the clock's set to right now?"
