The Genetic Madman

[Tomtomrawr]

798 A.S. - August

'Guten Morgan mein freunds.' Using the native language for his greeting had been a plan that Axel von Fischer hoped would impress the commitee. There were five on the commitee for the Rheinland Institute of Science, three men and two women.

Fischer hated them all so much. He wanted to kill them one by one, slowly and without mercy. He dreamed of killing certain individuals - the commitee members, school "friends", enemies. There was no one he liked. He trusted no one. The only reason he had made "friends" in high school was so he would avoid a breakdown due to lack of social interaction.

His "friends" were idiots compared to him. His enemies should have well been brain-dead mushrooms. Unfortunately, the brain-dead mushrooms had muscles and the personality needed to be a bully. But they could never offer Fischer anything that would break him. He would just take it, for he would simply transport himself to his dream world. Hamburg in flames.

But he pushed away these thoughts now, as he gave his presentation to the commitee he so despised. He recited his speech off by heart for the most part, but for his main attraction he had wanted to make it up as he went along.

'Now, I have a number of test subjects here in this glass case.' He lifted a white sheet off of the glass cuboid, revealing the test subjects. A rabbit. A turtle. A restrained bear. And a human. 'I shall now introduce the gas to the environment. If this is successful, then the three animals will die. But the human, who we shall call Bernard, shall live.' The gas he was releasing into the chamber was methyl isocyanate, or MIC. One of the most dangerous gases known to mankind.

'Mister Fischer,' the oldest of the commitee blundered, perhaps we should test this in a more controlled environment? Surely you can demonstrate whatever you have created without endangering this mans life.'

Fischer pretended to be shocked. 'I assure you this man is a volunteer for this experiment. He knows the risk and signed the necessary paperwork.' That was a lie. Fischer had actually found the man in a cafe and drugged his drink. Then Fischer brought him to the institute and inserted his experimental device, then made him sign the contracts in his delusional state. Although the drugs were wearing off of the man now, he was still far too delusional to know what was happening.

Without waiting for an answer, Fischer pulled the large handle on the wall down like Viktor Frankenstein allowing lightning to reach his creation. The MIC gas was immediately released into the chamber. Bernard continued to stand in his deluded state, but the commitee saw that as a fact that he trusted Fischer so much that he would not try and save himself.

The gas reached the rabbit first. It immediately began to hop away, immediately toward the clean area of the chamber. At least, clean at that moment in time. The gas then reached the turtle. It immediately began to cough and try to move to the other side of the room, but it was too slow. After a few seconds, just as the gas was reaching the bear, it stopped moving.

The bear immediately began to violently thrash when it breathed the gas, desperately trying to free itself and escape. But the chains were too strong, and after thirty seconds the bear was also silent. And now the rabbit was also silent, for it had nowhere else to run.

Bernard, who the gas had reached a few seconds before the bear died, was acting normally. But the commitee could now see the protective layer that had formed over his eyes, ears, nose and mouth. It was like purple blinds covered the exposed area of his head, where the gas could enter.

The commitee was impressed. Fischer could see it through their body language. He decided it was time to seal the deal. He returned the handle to it's previous position, immediately venting the gas out of the chamber. The purple screens suddenly retracted back and were once again invisible to the naked eye.

The commitee members began to applaud Fischer for his creation. 'Thank you. Thank you. As you can see, Bernard is perfectly fine. The purple screen that you could see had holes nanometres in diameter. These holes were specifically shaped to allow oxygen to reach his lungs via the mouth and lungs. The air he breathes now is infact cleaner than the air we breath.. But it did not let the MIC gas into his system. It allows sound through and the mesh around the eyes is specially adapted to allow a decent amount of sight.

'This new technology can be adapted to be so much more if you grant me the funds I need. All I need are the funds, nothing more.' He gave his thanks to them for watching and left the room. He could hear their exclamations of amazement as he walked down the hall.

'Fools,' he thought to himself, Stage one of my plan has been completed.'