WBA Continuity Gap

Subject Four got sectioned just right,
Forty slices, each clean, each bite.
At thirty-eight, the printer
Had a buffer that didn’t quite winter—
And slices became two in the night.

Slices thirty-nine through forty-one
Lived in a file and another one.
Study 2240: not collected,
Study 2241: detected,
And the subject can’t be re-done.

Bricky looked at the plates for six,
Said, “They look fine. Here’s a fix:
Accept both the files.”
QA said, “No, that’s wiles.”
Bricky nodded and filed the mix.

Both studies are filed and sound,
Both datasets are completely found.
The documentation’s complete,
GLP-compliant and neat,
But the subject can’t be re-bound.

Two-Two-Four-Oh has stalled in its queue,
Two-Two-Four-One published through.
Slices three-nine through four-one
Are in the pharmacokinetic run,
And the Tribunal still hasn’t a clue.

Which file’s the truth? Which is the hoax?
The signal range indicates folks
Were processed just right,
Yet the labels took flight,
And we’re split on the authoritative strokes.

Bricky’s original note sits and waits:
“Accept both.” That decision gates.
QA rejected the call,
But the note’s still in the hall,
And the uncertainty permeates.

The cryomacrotome’s cleaned and stored,
The subject’s no longer aboard.
We could guess, we could bet,
But we can’t duplicate yet,
And the label rot’s now on record.

Bricky examined the phosphor plates,
Said “Signal’s normal” then met his debate.
Both files are fine,
Both look divine,
And he signed without dwelling on dates.

Two-Two-Four-One is already out,
In literature, making its clout.
The slices live there,
In published air,
While Two-Two-Four-Oh sits in doubt.

The quality of the image is right,
The signal’s within spec and tight.
But which file owns it?
QA can’t disown it,
And the pharmacy doesn’t know which to cite.