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Mwah-ha-ha
Lightning flashed. Power
surged into the tower laboratory, heating organic power cells, emitting a green
glow. Sporadic white tentacles swirled about the human-sized tubes, plasma
humming.
An old man wearing
black goggles ducked into the room. He pulled on elbow length gloves with a smack and smoothed back his erratic
white hair. “Igor, prepare the switch!”
A hunchback
hobbled in behind him, shuffling toward the lever.
The
scientist drew a hand over an inanimate lump at the center of the chamber. “Your
time has come, my beautiful creation.”
“Ready, Master,”
the hunchback slurred.
“Pull the
switch!” The command echoed off brick walls, switch, switch, switch.
Igor gripped
the handle and jerked downward. It didn’t budge.
He gasped
and tugged again. It wouldn’t move! He wrapped his arms around it and hung on
the beam. It remained still. Perspiration dripping down his forehead, he
climbed onto a nearby platform and leapt at the lever. It crashed down under
his weight.
Silvery electric
threads shot out of each tube. They jolted into the lifeless creation. The mass
vibrated.
“Mwah-ha-ha-ha-ha!”
The scientist raised both arms to the sky.
Lights
flickered in and out. The room shuddered. All went dark.
“Arise, my
creation!” the old man commanded.
The circular
hulk shifted.
Igor ducked
behind the lever, trembling.
It twisted. It sat upright, its round frame
catching the starlight like a miniature moon.
“I’ve done
it!” The old man collapsed to his knees before the cot.
“Oh, it’s so
beautiful!” Igor hissed, still hiding.
“Where am I?
Who am I?” The lump shook. “What am I?”
