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01/17/2021
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Cursed Creator!
Even as a little boy I was very interested in literature. Of course, at some point I stumbled across Frankenstein. I must have been 10 years old. And yes, the book had captivated me, fascinated me, some would say obsessed me. Anyway, the first time I read it, I knew I wanted to create the life described there - by modern means, of course. Needless to say, my intelligence is far above the abject average. I'm not afraid to speak of genius, false modesty will get us nowhere here.
Many a one had put hurdles in my way. Unethical was my work, my striving, even insane. I was ostracized and rejected by the oh so respectable science. I had to pursue my work in secret, even drifting into illegality, to get the means and tools I needed to fulfill my dream. But is it really just my dream? Is it not rather the dream of mankind? Immortality? Can it be reprehensible to create the truly divine? Even the spiritually inferior majority of people can only answer no to that.
There have been setbacks and hardships. I haven't had a social life in a long time. But all the effort has paid off and now lies almost completed before me naked on the steel table. Everything is ready, the body well preserved and of course not crudely sewn together as in the book. I bought it cheaply in one piece. There's a market for everything, all you need is some money. Breathing and heartbeat already worked, so far it's all just engineering and craftsmanship. But the divine spark still needs to be ignited, the spirit brought back to life, that's the real challenge, the thing I've been working on all these years.
All the years of my work now rest in a small vial, all the humiliations, public shaming, hardships and efforts, distilled, as it were, in this golden liquid. I open it and the smell instantly wafted through my lab, exuding a sweet rot. Blood, sweat, and ozone are just some of the more innocuous ingredients. You don't want to know the rest, wouldn't catch it anyway.
I dribble some of it under the subject's nose and instantly a slight tremor runs across the hitherto flat line of the EEG. Soon the tremor passes through the body as well, and flickering songs open. Eyes that speak pure terror fix me uncertainly. In an occupied voice, it whispered:
"Boah, smells des cruel."
With that, the eyes close and the EEG becomes a flat line again. Failure, say the small minds. Not at all, very promising, I say, maybe a little too much adrenaline, but heading in the right direction.
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I emphatically do not believe that you can bring dead people back to life with this fragrance, even for a short time. However, I don't believe the opposite either. Gag reflex can Sécrétions Magnifiques but definitely trigger, so be careful!
Many of the associations described here to the fragrance I can well understand, blood especially, by a metallic-salty and sweetish note. Sweat and a surface anesthetic like at the dentist I would also let apply. However, it becomes completely disgusting for me as soon as the coconut and milk are added. Then, sadly, it's completely over. I sincerely admire all who can get something positive out of this fragrance.
Thanks to Gandix, that was fun!
Many a one had put hurdles in my way. Unethical was my work, my striving, even insane. I was ostracized and rejected by the oh so respectable science. I had to pursue my work in secret, even drifting into illegality, to get the means and tools I needed to fulfill my dream. But is it really just my dream? Is it not rather the dream of mankind? Immortality? Can it be reprehensible to create the truly divine? Even the spiritually inferior majority of people can only answer no to that.
There have been setbacks and hardships. I haven't had a social life in a long time. But all the effort has paid off and now lies almost completed before me naked on the steel table. Everything is ready, the body well preserved and of course not crudely sewn together as in the book. I bought it cheaply in one piece. There's a market for everything, all you need is some money. Breathing and heartbeat already worked, so far it's all just engineering and craftsmanship. But the divine spark still needs to be ignited, the spirit brought back to life, that's the real challenge, the thing I've been working on all these years.
All the years of my work now rest in a small vial, all the humiliations, public shaming, hardships and efforts, distilled, as it were, in this golden liquid. I open it and the smell instantly wafted through my lab, exuding a sweet rot. Blood, sweat, and ozone are just some of the more innocuous ingredients. You don't want to know the rest, wouldn't catch it anyway.
I dribble some of it under the subject's nose and instantly a slight tremor runs across the hitherto flat line of the EEG. Soon the tremor passes through the body as well, and flickering songs open. Eyes that speak pure terror fix me uncertainly. In an occupied voice, it whispered:
"Boah, smells des cruel."
With that, the eyes close and the EEG becomes a flat line again. Failure, say the small minds. Not at all, very promising, I say, maybe a little too much adrenaline, but heading in the right direction.
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I emphatically do not believe that you can bring dead people back to life with this fragrance, even for a short time. However, I don't believe the opposite either. Gag reflex can Sécrétions Magnifiques but definitely trigger, so be careful!
Many of the associations described here to the fragrance I can well understand, blood especially, by a metallic-salty and sweetish note. Sweat and a surface anesthetic like at the dentist I would also let apply. However, it becomes completely disgusting for me as soon as the coconut and milk are added. Then, sadly, it's completely over. I sincerely admire all who can get something positive out of this fragrance.
Thanks to Gandix, that was fun!
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