I have to be a good friend.

Nice Guys Finish Last

Despite Dr Hamza's authoritative "advice," you can't bring yourself to leave Uday high and dry. You are good friends and roommates, afterall. You'll just have to work extra hard to help Uday -and- keep Dr Hamza happy.

"Hey," says Uday in the middle of a late night debugging session, "do you think there's anyway that I could get into Dr Hamza's lab, too?"

"Hmm, I don't know, Uday," you reply. The truth is that there probably isn't room, and even if there was, Hamza's already heard too much about Uday to think much of his programming abilities. On the other hand, Uday has actually become quite proficient under your tutelage, and it looks like he can go for that Neuroscience degree afterall.

None of that matters to Dr Hamza, however, evidenced by his latest "advice."

"You're gone," he announces callously.
"What??"
"I told you to get your ass in gear. This isn't a place for slackers."
"But what about what I've already done for you? You can't do this to me!"
"I can and I did," he sneers, "and what you've already done? Please. I could've banged out code like that in my sleep. Clean out your desk."

You fight with the professor for a few more grueling minutes, but he can't be moved. You storm out of Hamza's office and walk to his lab down the hall, where you see some guy pulling all the stuff out of your desk. He gives you a cursory glance as he tosses books and notepads onto the floor.

"Oh, you must be my predecessor," he notes, "Nice to meet you." Not really. He's a pasty looking character, with big thick glasses and his brown hair anally combed over to one side. Apparently not much for conversation, he retreats to the other side of the room, where he feigns some semblence of activity. Alas, the facade is a transparent one. This bullshitter isn't doing anything, except, perhaps, waiting for you to take your stuff and go.

The area around your old desk is littered with loose paper and writing utensils. Your folders and clipboards are all strewn about, like a tornado had just passed through. One of your binders actually has a faint shoeprint on it.

"Couldn't you have put my things together somewhere?" you ask him.

"Oh everything's there, can't you see? You just... you know... pick it up..." he says, not even looking at you.

This is inexcusable. You put in all that time and effort in this R&D lab, and all you got was this cowardly jackass throwing your shit around everywhere? Hamza's shitty nanobot prototypes were burning out left and right before you got here. The only reason they have an efficient power usage system is because you spent months programming it. Now you've been booted, and Hamza Lab gets to enjoy the fruits of your labor.