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Insanity plenty; Adding brains.
Topic Started: Jul 31 2011, 11:02 AM (44 Views)
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The scene opens in the brightly lit room with bare metal walls, slightly traced with evidences of corrosion.
An impromptu lab seems to be assembled inside, and several expensive devices seem out of place in that room.


A bespectacled man in a white coat lab is seen checking on various vials, the fingers of his left hand constantly twitching and tracing complicated patterns in the air.


Carnal enters, and in the bright room he seems even more out of place than the devices.
Fields lifts the gaze from the vials, and bows slightly towards him.
But even as he speaks, the fingers continue their crazy dance.


Fields: The first generation is ready.
The test subjects reacted most promisingly.
It will be tested in uncontrolled conditions tonight.
Pestilence is the perfect lab rat.


Carnal: Nice to know my bubbling plague
Is no longer a promise vague
But what about the other matter
Or was that a pointless chatter?


Fields: Oh, no, no no...
Every disease has a cure.
And every cure has a disease.
Look here, and know my genius.


On the next desk, several book on Anatomy, psychology and neurology are open, and many scribbled notes are stuck on the wall.


Carnal leafs through one of the books.


Carnal: This books are boring, they lack life
They are cold, like a knife
They hold no beauty in their pages
Just abandoned, ancient cages



Fields: Maybe, maybe so.
But they hold the answer.
I can fix what is broken.
I can break what is fixed.


Fields opens the drawer in the desk, and it reveals to be full of gleaming surgical instruments.
He lovingly passes his right hand over them, while his left starts describing a new patterns in the air.



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