Decisive Action
15-11-2004, 08:16
Dr. Baldur von Schacht had been working for almost fifteen years on the project, ever since she died; he wanted to get his best friend his wife back. Schacht had perfectly preserved the brain and kept it alive and well from the minute she died to the present, and now finally things were reaching the last stage. He’d cloned her over two hundred times, but none of them worked, horrible mutations, hideous deformities, or ones that would have been unable to receive the proper brain, her brain, wherein lay her personality, her memories, all the things that made her unique, made her, her.
Schacht had spent over three hundred billion dollars of his own money on the project, but for his best friend and his mentor, it was worth it, for him it was worth it. He had finally perfected the growth acceleration so that the body would healthily and safely age to thirty years old, and then grow at a normal rate from there… Thirty being the age she had been when she died.
Baldur sat down and propped up his legs on a nearby table, drinking coffee as he read over his latest experiment results, he knew from the unexpected problems he’d encountered that he’d be up all night again, another sleepless night. But he’d had many such nights over the last fifteen years. Ever since she died, and his friend had essentially lost his own will to live, Baldur vowed to restore her to him, and in so doing, restore to him his will to live.
Schacht set his papers and coffee down and started to look over the computer screens at various points throughout his laboratory, things seemed to be going well enough to try the growth acceleration… He’d never made it this far before, he was moving into uncharted territory. He’d managed cloning, but never cloning and growth acceleration, let alone so precise a growth acceleration plan, as he had no… But he hoped it worked. He wanted to surprise his friend with something colossal on his upcoming birthday, and he knew nothing would make him happier…
He toiled endlessly for the next sixty-two hours, painstakingly following every second of the growth acceleration, never stopping to sleep (amphetamines), eat (amphetamines suppressed his appetite), or use the bathroom (he went in his pants)
Finely the growth acceleration chamber stopped and he went to work on the brain surgery. He had programmed the genes during the cloning so that no brain grew; the organs were being kept alive by machines, for now…
He retrieved her brain from the preservation vault, disconnecting it from the machines it had been plugged into for the last fifteen years… He had come a long way then, he not only had to preserve the brain, but he had to treat the damage caused by advanced stage syphilis, no easy task. But Schacht had been devoted, he had the skills, the funds, the time, and above all else, he had the will to succeed…He had never accepted failure. Perhaps more importantly, he had the brains of literally thousands of political prisoners to experiment on first, and hone his skills and test his theories.
After a few more hours of work, the brain was seated properly inside her and he had connected all the nerves and blood vessels, and veins that needed to be connected and properly placed.
He was done, it was done, and she was done. She was alive. He stepped back as her eyes opened; she smiled and looked around, asking, “Where am I? What… What year is this?”
Baldur smiled wide and grinned, laughing in a maniacal tone, “They said I couldn’t do it! They said I was mad! But I have created life! Life! I have done it! I have done it! I’d like to see their faces now!” He started scoffing in a mocking imitating voice, “Baldur is a madman, Baldur is a lunatic!” He then roared with laughter, “Ha! Look what I had done! She is alive! Alive!”
She looked at Baldur, knowing exactly who he was, not sure how she remembered though, “Baldur, is that you?”
Schacht smiled, hugging her, “Oh my, you remember, it’s perfect. I’ve done it.” He started to run around the laboratory, “He’ll be so happy to see you! HAHAHAHA, I’ve done it! I’ve done it!”
The beautiful goddess of a woman, standing naked before him, her long blonde hair covering her breasts, and her hands over her other area, let out a slight laugh, “Well Baldur, I think before you take me to him, you’d best get me some clothing…”
Baldur nodded and found her an RG BDU that he had lying around that would probably fit her. She smiled as she got dressed, “New pattern of camouflage, eh?”
Baldur nodded, “Yes, I updated your brain with information about current events and such, but I neglected to update you with information I regarded as trivial…”
She smiled, “Yes, well how was all that possible.”’
Schacht grinned, “Well memories, are nothing more than information being perceived, processed, and then stored, in the brain. Do you really need to have eyes and ears to experience things? Are not memories just signals in the brain? I simulated the proper signals for the given memories, so there was nothing much to it…”
She nodded her head, "What about..."
Baldur cut her off, "Yes, I know, you'll want to know how they're doing, they are fine... In time perhaps you may get to see them all... But for now, I suggest that you brush up on recent Mississippian history."
She sighed and frowned, "I remember much of events that happened after my death, but it stopped a while ago, why?"
He quickly replied, "I’m sorry but there were equipment problems around August of 2004, so I’ll have to bring you up to date on the events of the last six months or so, myself…"
She nodded her head, looking around at the laboratory around her, waiting for him to start to tell her what she'd missed.
Schacht had spent over three hundred billion dollars of his own money on the project, but for his best friend and his mentor, it was worth it, for him it was worth it. He had finally perfected the growth acceleration so that the body would healthily and safely age to thirty years old, and then grow at a normal rate from there… Thirty being the age she had been when she died.
Baldur sat down and propped up his legs on a nearby table, drinking coffee as he read over his latest experiment results, he knew from the unexpected problems he’d encountered that he’d be up all night again, another sleepless night. But he’d had many such nights over the last fifteen years. Ever since she died, and his friend had essentially lost his own will to live, Baldur vowed to restore her to him, and in so doing, restore to him his will to live.
Schacht set his papers and coffee down and started to look over the computer screens at various points throughout his laboratory, things seemed to be going well enough to try the growth acceleration… He’d never made it this far before, he was moving into uncharted territory. He’d managed cloning, but never cloning and growth acceleration, let alone so precise a growth acceleration plan, as he had no… But he hoped it worked. He wanted to surprise his friend with something colossal on his upcoming birthday, and he knew nothing would make him happier…
He toiled endlessly for the next sixty-two hours, painstakingly following every second of the growth acceleration, never stopping to sleep (amphetamines), eat (amphetamines suppressed his appetite), or use the bathroom (he went in his pants)
Finely the growth acceleration chamber stopped and he went to work on the brain surgery. He had programmed the genes during the cloning so that no brain grew; the organs were being kept alive by machines, for now…
He retrieved her brain from the preservation vault, disconnecting it from the machines it had been plugged into for the last fifteen years… He had come a long way then, he not only had to preserve the brain, but he had to treat the damage caused by advanced stage syphilis, no easy task. But Schacht had been devoted, he had the skills, the funds, the time, and above all else, he had the will to succeed…He had never accepted failure. Perhaps more importantly, he had the brains of literally thousands of political prisoners to experiment on first, and hone his skills and test his theories.
After a few more hours of work, the brain was seated properly inside her and he had connected all the nerves and blood vessels, and veins that needed to be connected and properly placed.
He was done, it was done, and she was done. She was alive. He stepped back as her eyes opened; she smiled and looked around, asking, “Where am I? What… What year is this?”
Baldur smiled wide and grinned, laughing in a maniacal tone, “They said I couldn’t do it! They said I was mad! But I have created life! Life! I have done it! I have done it! I’d like to see their faces now!” He started scoffing in a mocking imitating voice, “Baldur is a madman, Baldur is a lunatic!” He then roared with laughter, “Ha! Look what I had done! She is alive! Alive!”
She looked at Baldur, knowing exactly who he was, not sure how she remembered though, “Baldur, is that you?”
Schacht smiled, hugging her, “Oh my, you remember, it’s perfect. I’ve done it.” He started to run around the laboratory, “He’ll be so happy to see you! HAHAHAHA, I’ve done it! I’ve done it!”
The beautiful goddess of a woman, standing naked before him, her long blonde hair covering her breasts, and her hands over her other area, let out a slight laugh, “Well Baldur, I think before you take me to him, you’d best get me some clothing…”
Baldur nodded and found her an RG BDU that he had lying around that would probably fit her. She smiled as she got dressed, “New pattern of camouflage, eh?”
Baldur nodded, “Yes, I updated your brain with information about current events and such, but I neglected to update you with information I regarded as trivial…”
She smiled, “Yes, well how was all that possible.”’
Schacht grinned, “Well memories, are nothing more than information being perceived, processed, and then stored, in the brain. Do you really need to have eyes and ears to experience things? Are not memories just signals in the brain? I simulated the proper signals for the given memories, so there was nothing much to it…”
She nodded her head, "What about..."
Baldur cut her off, "Yes, I know, you'll want to know how they're doing, they are fine... In time perhaps you may get to see them all... But for now, I suggest that you brush up on recent Mississippian history."
She sighed and frowned, "I remember much of events that happened after my death, but it stopped a while ago, why?"
He quickly replied, "I’m sorry but there were equipment problems around August of 2004, so I’ll have to bring you up to date on the events of the last six months or so, myself…"
She nodded her head, looking around at the laboratory around her, waiting for him to start to tell her what she'd missed.