Post by August Krasnow on Aug 27, 2011 0:44:16 GMT -5
Evening turned to night, night into morning as August worked away in the depths of a lab buried under the Triceutical's Rex-84 lab hidden on the Island, and here the transition of time meant little and electric light kept him company. A large section of a gray steel wall is littered with plastered papers of schematics, a few early drafts of vascular systems experiments, and other experimental drafts in the works. August left those to be for now, as the new object of his attention of Ierys strapped to an examination table at the far end of the lab. Her body hooked to machines, reading and analyzing her structure, brain waves, heart and extracting various fluids for study. August glides from the work tables to the examination room, sliding the arm of a phonograph over a record. A classical aria begins as the needle scratches over the vinyl.
Ierys would feel the gentle rapping of the back of August’s hand, stirring her awake. As the drowsy woman awakes, August injects her with some foul liquid from a syringe, that causes her to suddenly burst awake like a spark shot straight through the woman's heart.
“Good, you’re awake. We can begin.” August dons a clear plastic coat, trading out his usual sweater, which he sets on a nearby hook. “You probably have questions, this is understandable.”
Ierys could only muffle screams and yells, her mouth bound by a bit. Her arms and legs restrained, she could only pull against them to no avail. Ierys eyes fluttered rapidity around the room, as much as he could see. With building anxiety, sweat began to flow from his brow.
~Cara bel, cara mia bella mia bambina…~
August divulges, in great length, the details and how poor Ierys was to be used for a great undertaking in the name of scientific endeavor. He goes on how her body will provide the needed knowledge to fulfill a long sought desire and further his obligation to Yersinia and her work. Then August explains today’s procedure and his prediction. The heart rate monitor jumps ten-fold on the screen.
~Que lastima…~
“Are you familiar with the works of Dr. Guthrie, Ierys? I can still call you Ierys, can I? If not, no matter, I wouldn’t have expected it. His work was never widely accepted or viewed – questions of ethics in his procedures. Called him mad, and I can understand why.” August turns to a steel tray with a series of instruments adorning its surface. “See, Dr. Guthrie claimed that so long as blood is oxygenated and pumped through complex tissues, then the tissues will continue to survive even if severed from the host. Organs and arms, hell even the head and brain could all be preserved perfectly as if it was still part of the whole. This of course is barring infection and disease, but that can be eliminated through chemical means.”
~Que lastima oh cara mia addio... la mia bambina, cara perche non passi lontana. Si lontana da scienza…~
“I figure it, to put it bluntly, that it would be in my best interest to examine each part of the whole separately. Since I brought you here, I’ve been busy and you, Ierys have kept me busiest of all. Whatever you are is a terribly complex creatures, so break down the complexity into manageable parts. So simple even a layman can understand its concept.”
~Cara, cara oh mia bambina…~
“I can see the anxiety in your eyes, don’t fret though. If this all goes well, you have nothing to worry about. This won’t kill you, that’s the exact opposite of what I have planned.” He preps the surgical tools and fills a syringe from a bottle labeled ‘Laudanum Synx Diethylamide’, extracted from something he's been working with on the side involving his demonic research. He taps the syringe and plunges the needle into Ierys’s neck, slamming the plunger down, then pulling the needle back smoothly. “This should keep you alive as long as possible, it’s what I’m counting on.” He pets Ierys’s forehead, her sweet running off on August’s glove. “This, what I just injected you with will make all this go away. Blur your reality so this can be more tolerable else you would really go completely mad.”
~Oh mia. Oh mia cara, oh mia cara…~
“You know they say that reality is just a story the mind tells itself.” August grabs a hold of the terribly bright light above the examination table and adjusts it to better illuminate the first cut of his labor. “An artificial structure conjured into being by the calcium ion exchange of a million synaptic firings.”
~Oh mia bambina…~
“A truth so strange it can only be lied into existence.” August takes up a scalpel and begins the first cut along the dotted purple line traced into Ierys’s neck, the blood pooling down and onto the table and into a collection reservoir situated underneath. From there, a strange machine vacuums it up and begins spinning the vital essence, keeping it oxygenated and alive.
~Oh cara, cara miiiiii…~
August looks directly into the dazed eyes of Ierys, curiously so, watching the pupils dilate as the cocktail takes effect. Ierys would be presented with a torrid inundation of strange sensations and sights. Liquid madness, straight into the brain, her world melting away. “And our minds can lie.” August says as he watches the last bits of Ierys’s sanity succumb to the opiates and psychedelics. “Never doubt it.” And as Ierys’s eyes glaze over, August begins his work.
Ierys would feel the gentle rapping of the back of August’s hand, stirring her awake. As the drowsy woman awakes, August injects her with some foul liquid from a syringe, that causes her to suddenly burst awake like a spark shot straight through the woman's heart.
“Good, you’re awake. We can begin.” August dons a clear plastic coat, trading out his usual sweater, which he sets on a nearby hook. “You probably have questions, this is understandable.”
Ierys could only muffle screams and yells, her mouth bound by a bit. Her arms and legs restrained, she could only pull against them to no avail. Ierys eyes fluttered rapidity around the room, as much as he could see. With building anxiety, sweat began to flow from his brow.
~Cara bel, cara mia bella mia bambina…~
August divulges, in great length, the details and how poor Ierys was to be used for a great undertaking in the name of scientific endeavor. He goes on how her body will provide the needed knowledge to fulfill a long sought desire and further his obligation to Yersinia and her work. Then August explains today’s procedure and his prediction. The heart rate monitor jumps ten-fold on the screen.
~Que lastima…~
“Are you familiar with the works of Dr. Guthrie, Ierys? I can still call you Ierys, can I? If not, no matter, I wouldn’t have expected it. His work was never widely accepted or viewed – questions of ethics in his procedures. Called him mad, and I can understand why.” August turns to a steel tray with a series of instruments adorning its surface. “See, Dr. Guthrie claimed that so long as blood is oxygenated and pumped through complex tissues, then the tissues will continue to survive even if severed from the host. Organs and arms, hell even the head and brain could all be preserved perfectly as if it was still part of the whole. This of course is barring infection and disease, but that can be eliminated through chemical means.”
~Que lastima oh cara mia addio... la mia bambina, cara perche non passi lontana. Si lontana da scienza…~
“I figure it, to put it bluntly, that it would be in my best interest to examine each part of the whole separately. Since I brought you here, I’ve been busy and you, Ierys have kept me busiest of all. Whatever you are is a terribly complex creatures, so break down the complexity into manageable parts. So simple even a layman can understand its concept.”
~Cara, cara oh mia bambina…~
“I can see the anxiety in your eyes, don’t fret though. If this all goes well, you have nothing to worry about. This won’t kill you, that’s the exact opposite of what I have planned.” He preps the surgical tools and fills a syringe from a bottle labeled ‘Laudanum Synx Diethylamide’, extracted from something he's been working with on the side involving his demonic research. He taps the syringe and plunges the needle into Ierys’s neck, slamming the plunger down, then pulling the needle back smoothly. “This should keep you alive as long as possible, it’s what I’m counting on.” He pets Ierys’s forehead, her sweet running off on August’s glove. “This, what I just injected you with will make all this go away. Blur your reality so this can be more tolerable else you would really go completely mad.”
~Oh mia. Oh mia cara, oh mia cara…~
“You know they say that reality is just a story the mind tells itself.” August grabs a hold of the terribly bright light above the examination table and adjusts it to better illuminate the first cut of his labor. “An artificial structure conjured into being by the calcium ion exchange of a million synaptic firings.”
~Oh mia bambina…~
“A truth so strange it can only be lied into existence.” August takes up a scalpel and begins the first cut along the dotted purple line traced into Ierys’s neck, the blood pooling down and onto the table and into a collection reservoir situated underneath. From there, a strange machine vacuums it up and begins spinning the vital essence, keeping it oxygenated and alive.
~Oh cara, cara miiiiii…~
August looks directly into the dazed eyes of Ierys, curiously so, watching the pupils dilate as the cocktail takes effect. Ierys would be presented with a torrid inundation of strange sensations and sights. Liquid madness, straight into the brain, her world melting away. “And our minds can lie.” August says as he watches the last bits of Ierys’s sanity succumb to the opiates and psychedelics. “Never doubt it.” And as Ierys’s eyes glaze over, August begins his work.