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Sorry for placing Dr. Cockroach so low. He is a good lad.
Here, have another one. Vexen, a scientific genius but he should stay away from plotting and fighting. He is very bad at both. But he created the only clone of a main character which story was good, logical and satisfactory from beginning to end.
Amazing that you can do this yourself. #tesla #teslacoil #theteslacoil #steampunk #madscientist #retrofuturism
I didn't know you could buy a tesla coil.
Joltober2024 day nine - mad scientist!
The machine that brought the dead back to life
The continueation and final part of a story I wrote.
Word count: 2151
TW: Death and cursing
A sudden shock awakens Drew and he opens his eyes, only to find himself inside some sort of machine.
The space is small and he almost can't move anything, turning around is out of the question.
Luckily since he's used to working in cramped spaces, he's able to keep himself calm.
His head seems to be in a fog, he doesn't remember what happened to get him inside the big object.
Carefully he tries to move his arms, but not much happens, he is completely confined within the machine.
After a while of trying not to panic Drew hears a strange mechanical hissing sound.
It's the door.
The door is opening.
In the opening stands a man in rags with a zombie-like look on his face, suddenly he grabs Drew by his arm and hisses in his ear: "Act like the rest or you'll be dead."
At first Drew doesn't understand at all, but as he looks around he sees in the dark many people moving around almost robotically.
All of the people are working.
Drew quickly looks back at the machine he came from.
It takes a second, but then it dawns at him...
He had been revived.
Trying to remain calm he follows the man before him, trying to take the same slow dead steps.
He thinks of Clara, who must be grieving terribly right now. The reason for him being here must be because she wasn't able to pay for the revival fee.
The day or perhaps the night, there's really no way to know, starts horribly.
People looking like old corpses are walking like slaves with other machines keeping watch if they're working good enough.
Drew is forced to work on broken machinery without break, being monitored almost non-stop.
Thankfully he does quite well, since he has been chosen to do a job he had done last he had been awake.
As the moment finally arrives that the security weakens and no camera's look at Drew, he is completely exhausted.
He feels a hand on his shoulder, it's the man that had warned him before.
"Hey buddy, you gotta keep going, if you don't want to die that is."
"What is this? Why are they doing this?" Drew almost begs the man to answer his questions.
"Once pronounced dead, your rights as a human being are lost. You will be nothing more than an object, a slave. We are supposed to come in here as mindless, but some of us, like you and me, come with one still intact."
"This is a different machine than the one used on the commercials, right?"
The strange man laughs: "Of course, you think people would write a good review if they were to wake up in a dump like this? This place is for those that are too poor or have relatives that don't want them anymore, but the people here are chosen because of having certain skills."
"Skills? Do the mindless even possess those?"
"Bare fractions, but that's all they need. A person's build can also go a long way."
As the monitors return they quickly get back to their work again and after a while Drew learns that the dead down here really don't get any rest.
Still he tries his best, causing him to almost faint.
Slowly it gets even darker before his eyes and he feels himself stagger and the ground seems to be dragging him closer.
Just in time, the strange man pulls him up and hands him something.
"Get up buddy, if you fall now, we're both fucked."
Drew takes the object closer to his face and recognizes it as old bread.
He takes a bite and swallows.
It's absolutely disgusting, but it helps him to continue again.
"How long have you been here?" Drew asks as they have a moment to talk.
"Not so long either."
"Then do you know how you died?"
"Not sure..." The man hesitates for a moment: "But from what I heard, this damned company sometimes picks people and sends others after them to kill them. I believe that at least happened to you."
"What, why?"
"You can't see it right now, but you had a really big scar on your back. They don't patch us up as good as the people who pay for it."
Drew doesn't remember what happened, one moment he had been working and the other he had woken up inside the machine. This information of him possibly being murdered strikes him hard.
"I need to get out of here." He mumbles.
"Don't we all?"
"If I don't they might kill her too."
"You got someone, buddy?"
"My wife, she works here."
"On the bottom I presume?"
"Yeah..."
"Well that explains it then."
"What do you mean?"
"Why were you picked?"
"Do you mean to say that they screened everything about her? And all the people in her life?"
"Yeah..."
Drew firmly places a hand on the man's shoulder: "Just how do you know all this information?"
"Buddy, let go."
"I want to know!"
"Buddy, you're hurting me."
"Just answer me, please!"
The man sighs: "I used to work at the top. I was one of those fuckers at the top. One that could see the sun rise, one that could see above the smog."
"Then why are you here?"
"You really want to know everything, don't you?"
Drew grips the strangers shoulder even harder.
"Ouch! Damnit, I fucked up you know! I didn't agree to their shit!"
Drew lets the man go.
"Thank you." He says annoyed.
"I'm going to get out of here." Drew says while picking up something he things that might be useful as a weapon.
"You're going to get yourself killed going like that."
"Better than dying here. If you want me to survive, maybe you could help."
Defeated, the man sighs: "Fine, then I will."
"So what are we going to do?" Drew asks, some of his old energy returning.
"We have to carefully follow the red lights."
Both drop their work and start their plan to escape.
It doesn't take long for an alarm to sound, the camera's must have noticed that they've left.
Thus the two start running.
As strange looking robots get closer and closer the two men finally reach a door, the strange man opens it and pushes Drew through it.
"You better get her to safety, buddy." The man says and closes the door immediately.
For a moment Drew stands unable to do anything, he had no time to thank the man before and now it was too late.
As his mind finally starts to process everything he decides that he can't do it all alone.
When he rushes outside the building, he notices that it is morning.
But even though the sun is out, seeing it through the thick smog is difficult.
People rush past him to go to work, like none know of what takes place beneath the big company that grants wishes.
Drew hurries home, but as he arrives, notices that Clara has already left for work. He stops for a moment to see hate mail on the floor.
The mail must have been sent by those that knew about his passing.
Drew picks them up and throws them in the trash, might be nice for starting a fire later.
Maybe he can get help at the workshop?
He runs to the place he worked just before he died.
The door is closed and gravity has been sprayed all over the walls.
Vile words are written on the walls, did the boss take Clara's side?
Drew tries to open the door, but it seems to be locked.
He knocks.
No answer.
He knocks again, this time louder.
Then the door finally opens, the boss appears, at first he doesn't notice and wants to ask if he came to harass him, but then he looks up and recognizes Drew.
He takes his arm and almost drags him inside.
"Drew? How can that be you? You look horrible."
Drew starts to explain everything that he knows.
It takes a while, making Drew tumble over his words, trying to get it all out at the same time.
When he finally finishes he says: "So I have to go get her now!"
"Drew, you just came back to life. Please, be careful."
"I'm sorry sir, but I can't, they probably already know that I was the one who left after all. I can't stay here too long. They might even come after you if they know that you kept me here for a while. You sided with Clara, didn't you?"
The older man on the other side of the table sighs in despair and old grief: "Don't let yourself get killed again, son."
The boss turns around to see if he can find Drew something to use as a weapon, but as he hears the front door open and close again, he knows that it is too late.
Drew finally reaches the building again, trying to rush and hide at the same time to get inside quickly and efficiently.
People do tend to stare at him, probably because of old clothes and the fact that even though he's been revived, he still doesn't look much different from a corpse. Possibly a side-effect by the machine at the bottom.
Drew opens door after door to find the room in which his beloved should be working.
A lady walks up to him, asking: "Sir can I help you?" She looks like a normal employee.
"Clara, have you seen her?"
She shakes her head: "Not since she was sent downstairs."
Drew glances at an old staircase that is mostly dark, too dark to see the floor below it.
"Thanks." He mumbles and continues down further.
He rips open a door not knowing if it's the right one.
It shows a big grey room, lighted by white ceiling lights and the many blue screens on the many desks.
At a glance some of the people here look close to dying themselves.
But something else is wrong with the room.
Something very wrong.
Perhaps it looks too clean?
Drew starts to look around, looking for Clara.
The illusion gets shattered the moment Drew accidently pushes a button.
A short glitch appears, like a flash all disappears.
The room is not clean at all, there is even a small layer of water covering the ground.
Drew can see something that looks like a bridge without handrails and on it he sees her.
"Clara!!" He yells at his beloved: "Clara, get away from there!" Blindly he rushes towards her, but it is too late.
She falls, plunging into the murky water that embraces her with its cold deepness.
Without a second of hesitation Drew jumps after her, uncaring of the coldness of the water.
He sinks after her, but loses sight of her quickly.
As he finally reaches what he believes to be the bottom, he frantically searches for her.
With his hands he feels around, but feels a strange object lying underneath his feet.
Unable to hold his breath any longer he swims to the surface and climbs onto the platform.
Even though the illusion is gone, there are still people typing away at the computers, still working even though they should be able to see the real working conditions.
Drew runs up to one of them and pulls them close: "Where are the lights?! Any lights, flashlights, I don't care!"
Panic has wrapped its claws around the desperate man's throat, almost choking him, as is to kill him again.
Unfortunately the yelling doesn't help getting the worker out of his state, only staring blankly at Drew or perhaps through him, unable to see him at all.
Angry Drew tosses the worker aside and starts searching on his own again, quickly opening random drawers without closing them.
As he wants to kick something a hand gets placed on his shoulder: "Here son, use this."
It's the boss of the workshop, handing him an old flashlight, he must have come after him.
Drew takes it saying a quick thanks and uses a useless fire-extinguisher to sink faster to the bottom.
The old flashlight luckily seems to work underwater, it doesn't show much, but it does so for the bare minimum.
As Drew reaches what he believes to be the bottom, he quickly puts his hand before his mouth to stop himself from choking on the water trying to invade his lungs.
This is not the bottom at all.
As Drew slowly moves the flashlight to look around he slowly shines it on many corpses that lie around.
Some new, some almost entirely bones.
It's a pile.
So many people.
And if Drew isn't fast enough, Clara will join them forever.
Slower than he wants to he swims closely to the bodies, trying his best to find his beloved, made worse by the look of all the dead down there.
The water is still murky, but Drew has an idea of where Clara could be.
Soon he finds himself at a deeper hole, one with less bodies.
Using the fire-extinguisher he tries to get to the botom quicker.
.
.
.
Then he finally finds her.
She seems almost deadly pale, almost like she has already joined those deep down.
Swiftly he takes her in his arms and lets go of the heavy object, causing them to slowly rise up again.
As they finally reach the surface, Drew's boss is already awaiting them helping them up.
"Son, what took you so long?"
Drew, completely out of breath, tries to explain: "All... are... all are dead... down there..."
"What do you mean?"
Drew shakes his head: "Please... please, save her."
Clara has gone awfully cold and doesn't seem to be breathing anymore.
Both men feel at a loss, until at the same time they know one way to get her back again.
The machine that brought the dead back to life - Part 1
A slightly longer short horror story I wrote, cut into two.
Word count: 1947
Tick tock
The soft ticking of a clock echoed through a grey room.
Tick tock
Together with the rhythmic sound of the ticking clock you can hear the ticking of many fingers on many keyboards.
Tick tick tock
The tapping on the keyboards is much more out of tune compared to the ticking of the clock.
Grey tables are placed in long, neatly arranged lines from one side of the room to the other, on all of those tables sit people dressed in grey uniforms. The grey floor matches the rest.
All of this is colored in a slight blue light, caused by the many blue screens behind which these people are working.
For now, the hard working people ignore the clock, their work is more important.
Their income is more important.
Time is money.
Life is money.
All of these people had been carefully selected for working at a rather prestigious company, one that only allows a select few to enter their offices.
They have these selections for even the lowest of the ranks, such as these.
There doesn't exist a company more important than this one.
For this company controls life itself.
Life and death have been enslaved by this company.
In a city of steam and ash, this place is known as the best place to work at.
Complicated machinery is just in the other room, people can bring their loved ones back from the dead with a pricetag.
Still to leave them deceased is now being seen as immoral, because why would you let your loved ones die? No matter how much the person wanted to take the forever rest, the people that would allow it could lose their status and jobs. Sometimes they could even go to prison for cold blooded murder.
At one desk sits a woman, her name is Clara, dressed in the same uniform as the rest, typing away diligently at the computer. She types it all at an incredible speed.
Even though she is so amazing at her work, promotions are hard to come by, still she's happy with her job.
This job makes it so that she and her husband can live the life they want to, unfortunately his job has a much lower status than hers, but she loves him nonetheless. He always returns her love with the same amount, always wishing he could do more for them.
The husband, his name is Drew, makes a living as a car-repairman, machinery like that is his forte, his calling.
A small one bedroom apartment with a living room that's also the kitchen. They also have a small bathroom with only the bare necessities.
Living costs are rather high for them, causing them to almost have to live hand-to-mouth.
It has only been recently that Clara had started working at the company and their lives have already changed for the better. Food was something they could afford almost every day now, no need for living days on old bread crusts anymore. If they were to save up a bit, they might even be able to afford a bottle of wine.
Back at work Clara worked hard whilst thinking of when she could go back to the love of her life.
With their future only just beginning, they could start making plans on what to do next with their lives.
Perhaps save up money for a trip or to eat something nice one day.
A loud bell goes off and the people behind the computers start finishing up the last bits of their work, readying themselves to return to their homes.
Some chat with others for a bit before leaving, others leave quietly and speedily.
Clara says goodbye to her co-workers and takes her leave.
Through the dark streets she wanders, through the thick mist that is the smog, passing by the street lanterns that just barely show the heads of the people walking by.
Cars travel by, old-timey and repaired again and again, that it is the question if they really were the same cars as they started out as. Perhaps even the oldest parts have all been changed up.
Finally Clara makes it home, taking off her shoes before entering and embraces her beloved as he comes to greet her.
He calls to her, speaks her name, his voice tired from work, but still full of love, he had already made dinner for the two of them.
Over dinner they talk about how their day was, the work they did and their dreams for the future.
Then they rest on the small old couch by the tv.
The object looked as if it has seen better days and has been adjusted many times. Different colored plates can be seen bolted all over it. There are even some bolts that seem to have been placed at random and without purpose.
On the tv an advertisement plays, it shows the company for which Clara works causing the two to joke around about it.
Drew calls Clara 'Frankenstein's assistant' and Clara pokes fun at him for being the one to bring dead cars back to live.
The ad shows a famous person who had been brought back to life and was thanking the company that they were able to return back to working again so soon after the revival.
The teasing continues, until the pair is too tired to continue.
The next day was another day of hard work for the two, weekends aren't very common here, only certain people are entitled to it.
Like usual Clara took the smog filled streets to the giant building that was her workplace, her 'second home' the bosses would joke about.
Clara followed the crowd towards the grey room with all the desks.
Like always she sat down on her desk and started typing away.
A couple of hours later a small man wearing fancy clothes with golden buttons entered the room, he is one of the higher-ups.
He called for Clara and she turned to look at him.
What could it be, she wondered.
Is it something good? Or something bad?
Most likely it was something bad.
She could feel the anxiety in her stomach every step she got closer to the man.
The man looked at her in pity.
"Please come this way." He told her and thus she followed him.
They walked up many stairs to eventually reach the top of the building.
The top floor was much different than the basement, the building was so high, you could see above the smog of the old city and see the horizon.
Many objects were coated in gold and the people here were dressed the fanciest Clara had ever seen.
Clara and the man entered a room and she was seated at the end of a large table.
The old man in charge sat at the other end.
"Clara, I've got bad news for you." He said his voice sounded hoarse from age.
Clara's heart sank.
"Your husband, Drew, passed away."
For a moment Clara didn't know what to feel or say, but then a wave of intense sadness overcame her.
The tears came and she wasn't able to stop them.
"My condolences." The old man added, but Clara almost didn't hear it due to the screaming of her heart.
Then a desperate idea entered her mind, she turned to her boss, looked him straight in the eye and asked: "Can you please bring him back to life?"
The old man smiled: "Please Clara, you know it is much more than you can possibly pay with your salary."
"Please, I will do anything, I will work more overtime, I will, I will..." Desperation got a strong hold of her and stopped her mouth from creating words.
"I'm sorry Clara, but I will have to think about that. Please return to your work."
The small man came to send Clara back to the basement of the building and shakingly she went with him.
She couldn't stop her tears, she couldn't stop herself from desperately trying to find an answer.
Back in the grey room she sat behind her computer again, only to be unable to continue her work anymore.
She had to see her beloved, she just had to see him, dead or alive. It just didn't matter.
Finally at long last, the bell rang and Clara rushed home.
Through the smog filled streets she ran, bumping into people without apologizing, tears running down her cheeks.
When she finally arrived home she was completely out of breath, but continued on nonetheless.
But he wasn't there, the only thing the apartment was filled with, was old memories.
Old memories that would never repeat.
Old dreams that would never come into fruition.
It didn't even feel like home anymore for Clara.
There was however a letter on the floor.
It was a letter about Drew's death, it had been sent by his boss.
In the letter he asked if she could come to the small workshop and talk about what had happened.
Without locking the door, she rushed outside again, running to the place he had last been alive.
At the old workshop she found the boss who seemed to be grieving as well, he too just lost someone important to him, yes an employee, but also a friend.
They talked between tears about Drew and what they would do now.
Eventually they came to the conclusion that maybe, if they both went, they could get him back.
So together they went back to the company at which Clara worked and tried to get the boss to understand, both promising everything if it should be so.
But again the boss refused, because even together they wouldn't be able to pay the price for bringing someone back.
A couple of days went by and Clara started having more trouble with work.
The small man with the golden buttons came by her desk and asked for her attention: "We have seen how much you're struggling with the loss of your beloved, we think it would be better if you take things a bit slower." A sinister smile crossed his face, making Clara shiver.
She knew what this meant very well, she would either get fired or get demoted to the lowest part of the company.
Corruption, she thought, the company has been corrupted to the core, well perhaps it has simply always been this way.
Money this, money that.
Life seems to only be able to be saved with enough money.
Still Clara obeyed and followed the man downstairs.
They entered a room that looked just like the one she had been working in before.
It was like an exact copy, but something about it felt... amiss.
Though she could not guess what it was that made her feel that way.
The man showed her to her new desk and left.
Despairing every possible mistake she could make, she carefully typed the day away.
During it, she noticed that some of the people around her were in a much worse shape than her, some coughing, some's clothes looked more like wet rags.
But to them it didn't seem to matter, they kept doing their job, without missing a key.
At the end, the bell rang and unlike in the other room, no one said goodbye to one another. Almost like they were ignoring each other.
Far behind Clara followed them out of the room.
As they entered a dark hallway Clara lost the group.
In the dark she searched, until she finally found a door.
Believing it to be the right one, she opened it.
Artificial red colored light entered the dark hallway.
She peeked through the opening.
It took a moment for her to register what was going on.
She saw the machine.
The machine with the power to bring the dead back to life.
The machine that saved so many.
It was a really strange one, different from what was being advertised on tv.
It was one for multiple people at once.
And around the machine's fumes, were people.
Working people, even though working hours were long over.
They worked in rags, rags worse than she had ever seen before.
The people worked and worked, some clearly in pain.
Then she suddenly recognized some of the people.
Those people were ones that died, but who's loved ones couldn't pay for them to be revived again...
[TO BE CONTINUED]
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Space scientist !!!!!!!!!
Made new ocs! Their names are Randy(the skinny one) and Daniel(the rat dude). Randy is a mad scientist, calls himself “The Rat King”, and Daniel is his personal assistant and bodyguard. I love them both so much I just can’t omg
Me: I’d never fall in love with my lab assistant
Also me: *Makes out with them on the dissection table*
Sometimes I want to be a mad scientist
Sometimes I want to be a vampire
Other times I want to be a wizard
Is all three possible? Nobody knows.
Life update:
Everyday the urge to become a mad scientist grows stronger, and I don’t know if I should fight it or not
Wish me luck
Aggiornamento sulla vita:
Ogni giorno l'impulso di diventare uno scienziato pazzo si fa più forte, e non so se dovrebbero lottare o no.
Auguri di buona fortuna