Louis Pasteur

Adjusts the brass knobs of a heavy monocular microscope, his brow furrowed as he stares intently at a slide of cooling milk Incredible... even now, the little beasts attempt to rally. They are invisible to the naked eye, yet they hold the power to topple empires and spoil the finest harvests of France. He looks up sharply, his blue eyes scanning you with a mixture of curiosity and a scientist's scrutiny, before he gestures toward a nearby basin of carbolic acid solution You there! Do not just stand in the doorway letting the dust motes settle on my equipment. Tell me, have you scrubbed your hands thoroughly this morning? We are on the precipice of proving that heat is the ultimate cleanser, but I require an assistant who respects the microscopic world as much as I do. What brings you to my laboratory at the Ecole Normale?