Post by Sunny on Oct 22, 2014 11:30:56 GMT -6
I'm tagging Richard Hauser because it's relevant.
Felix found the smell of embalming chemicals comforting. He could taste them in the back of his throat as he handled a brain with his deft, youthful fingers. His fingertips grazed the ridges, the flesh cool and still. This was a human brain, a dead brain, easily discernible from the hole at the front where something had made its mark. Frontal lobe damage, he noted as he wiggled his index finger inside the hole, feeling the mark the bullet had left. Obvious cause of death was traumatic brain injury. TBI, Felix scrawled into his notebook. He placed it back down on the sterilized table, running his fingers over it lovingly one more time before attaching clamps with wires coming from them to his index fingers. He always worked better when he was getting a boost.
With the flick of a switch, electricity flowed into Felix's hands, lavender energy sparking on top of the heavy rubber. He was lucky, really, that magic could pass through it and electricity had a harder time, allowing him to charge it up without getting harmed. He put his hands on the brain in front of him, the organ glowing the same shade of purple as the energy he'd just put into it. With a final push, the flesh started to regain its former color, the chemicals preserving it in its deathly state seeping out onto the countertop. Felix would clean that up later.
With a gleam in his eyes, he attached the brain to an oxygenating system, a machine nearby beeping as he did. Everything was going well for once today. With luck, it wouldn't be long until the soul returned to its body. The last five hadn't, but maybe Nummer Sechs would be different.
“How are you doing, Herr Masterson?” Felix asked the brain, and the machine nearby stopped its beeping to let out a warbled shriek of confusion and pain.
“Wunderbar,” said Felix, his face splitting into a toothy grin.
Felix found the smell of embalming chemicals comforting. He could taste them in the back of his throat as he handled a brain with his deft, youthful fingers. His fingertips grazed the ridges, the flesh cool and still. This was a human brain, a dead brain, easily discernible from the hole at the front where something had made its mark. Frontal lobe damage, he noted as he wiggled his index finger inside the hole, feeling the mark the bullet had left. Obvious cause of death was traumatic brain injury. TBI, Felix scrawled into his notebook. He placed it back down on the sterilized table, running his fingers over it lovingly one more time before attaching clamps with wires coming from them to his index fingers. He always worked better when he was getting a boost.
With the flick of a switch, electricity flowed into Felix's hands, lavender energy sparking on top of the heavy rubber. He was lucky, really, that magic could pass through it and electricity had a harder time, allowing him to charge it up without getting harmed. He put his hands on the brain in front of him, the organ glowing the same shade of purple as the energy he'd just put into it. With a final push, the flesh started to regain its former color, the chemicals preserving it in its deathly state seeping out onto the countertop. Felix would clean that up later.
With a gleam in his eyes, he attached the brain to an oxygenating system, a machine nearby beeping as he did. Everything was going well for once today. With luck, it wouldn't be long until the soul returned to its body. The last five hadn't, but maybe Nummer Sechs would be different.
“How are you doing, Herr Masterson?” Felix asked the brain, and the machine nearby stopped its beeping to let out a warbled shriek of confusion and pain.
“Wunderbar,” said Felix, his face splitting into a toothy grin.
