Frankenstein.
I won’t say I don’t share his interest, because I do. My fascination, however, is more of a medical one. Using dead organs and muscle and tissue built around a skeleton to create life? Seemed impossible, but I always kept an open mind.
My colleagues would never agree to work with me on this conceptually flawed experiment, but Peter Goldstein had the funds to let me work toward my dream.
He gave me the money when I asked, and I did all the work: finding fresh bodies, harvesting the organs and muscle and tissue and bones, assembling the pieces, finding the chemical mixture to bring the dead tissue back to life once more.
Years of work to find the perfect ingredients. But I came across a bit of a problem, so I requested Peter’s presence at my lab.
“This is… difficult, to say the least. I have most of everything, but there are some pieces that I can’t take from the usual corpses. I need to get them from a living specimen. I need-“
“Say no more,” Goldstein interrupted, holding up his hand. “I will find you a specimen, willing or not.”
He turned to leave, but he didn’t understand my urgency, why I called him here. I plunged a hidden syringe in his neck and sedated him. The body would not last much longer. I needed the parts now.
I laid him down on my operating table and began to work. A few hours in and I came to a miraculous realization; I didn’t need anything vital from Peter!
I was relieved and ecstatic! He would be able to see the result of his investment after all!
I completed the work on the creature and began pumping the chemicals into its body. If my calculations are correct, it is mere minutes away from being a living being. The sedative must be wearing off from Peter; he is beginning to stir. I hope he is as excited as I am about this momentous occasion.
I can’t wait for him to see the look on his face.
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