Revive Pt 1/2

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Revive

Freakinstone was a scientist, and he was crazy. Good old spickedly mad, as they said in the village. After the great destruction, science was still evolving, but at a personal level, like in the old days. He had learned from his father, and he had access to a lot of old technology from the great metal disposal area close to his old castle.

He used electronic devices to get dead things to life. A mix of chords and circuits of copper and liquid biochemical substances had already gotten several species back from death.

He’d started out with a beetle. Insects were easier, their cells seemed to regenerate faster, and there were more cells that were expendable. The battery assured energy. He pushed the little button. It didn’t move, just lay there. He had to have done something wrong. Somewhere in his calculations there had to be some kind of failure. He picked up his papers when he saw a movement in the corner of his eye. He stopped. Stared. Did the little creep move a leg?

It happened again, now he saw it clearly. The insect moved another leg. It started walking.

Success. He had made it. The greatest technological pass ever. He had conquered death.

He had moved on to small reptiles, lizards. They moved around, but were quite clumsy and stupid. He had some control over them as well. The first mouse was a great breakthrough. He needed them fresh, so he killed them himself when the electronics were already attached. They moved around more freely, and even though he had his remote they were harder to control than the reptiles, and much harder than the insects. They had more will somehow, if such thing even existed.

He needed to complete his work. He needed a human. A human for him to control. It would be very practical to have someone to do all the work around here, so he could focus a hundred percent on his science.

He dug up a body from the graveyard. A child, easier to carry. Several nights light could be seen in the tower of his castle. He worked without stopping until it was ready. He turned it on. It started moving a little.

Hello little one! He said, cheerfully. How do you feel?

Ghhehehehennnsnsnam…. A strange gurgling sound came from the recently revived child. It sounded like it was in pain. Horrible pain. It didn’t move. No eye contact. Some shaking was all the movement he could see. This was no human. It was a vegetable. He turned it off, disappointed.

He looked through his papers. The problem was clear. The brain had been too damaged from rot and other processes. He needed a fresh body.

He felt bad, but he would do anything in the name of science. He attached the fresh corps to the information circuits he had made especially for the human brain.

He looked out of the window. The daylight was starting to lighten up the sky. Down at the graveyard the gravedigger had already started working.

He grabbed a knife and left the room.

The gravedigger was always there alone, digging graves. Freakinstone went down, walked slowly towards him.

Ah, Freakinstone! Said the gravedigger. Nice to see you. Could you believe someone dug up a dead body the other day? It was the Jeff and Alice’s kid, who died from a heart failure. Some people are just crazy, aren’t they? They… What’s up? You look strange… What are you doing with that kn… nooo! Aaaahhh!! Help me!!! Ahghhh!

Freakinstone turned the gravedigger’s carriage, poured out the dirt to empty it. He got the dead body into it, and hurried up to his old castle. He had to get started fast, before the body started to rot.

After some hours of work he was ready. He pushed the power button he had placed behind his ear.

The gravedigger made some complaining noises. He opened his eyes. A strange, dead stare. He wanted to get up from the bench.

Hello! He said. I eh… You had an… accident! That’s it, an accident. Now you need to rest. No. No-no-no! You need to stay down and rest!

The gravedigger grabbed him by the throat. Lifted him up. Lay him down on the same bench he had been lying on himself. Choked him to death.

He stood there for a moment. His eyes were blurry, like if the room was full of smoke. Or was it his brain? He didn’t know. He couldn’t think straight. He felt nothing. Knew nothing. Or at least not much. Some blurry memories, but he wasn’t sure what they was. He wasn’t even sure if he was dead or alive.

He left and headed for the village.

Part two

https://tgifrankenstein.wordpress.com/2017/04/16/how-mary-shelley-named-her-antagonist/

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        2. Oh my! I’m suddenly hyper-vigilant with fear! I would have thought it might actually be brought to the authorities instead of violence, especially with social media, internet

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  3. Scary. Best way to deal with violence is to offer peace but alas! When they persist it’s so comforting other authorities have already been contacted to alleviate bullying and ongoing unethical behaviours.
    For example I shared something with someone I trusted and she was adamant it was outrageous. She held off but eventually spoke to the authorities this evening/

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  4. Sometimes feelings aren’t the issues and the consequences or those feelings become the issue.
    So it is in actuality the causal effect of the original innocent feelings that actually caused the drama.
    Anyway! Yay! Thank god for IP addresses.
    She’s so helpful my counsellor.
    A very smart woman with a very complex and ridiculous issue.

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  5. Riveting
    I just couldn’t take my eyes off the screen
    It’s Woooooow to think someone can be so mad hey!!! Even weirder the way people go about it. Criminal!

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  6. See? See why no one trusts scientists? This is how it all began! Freakinstone indeed! LOL! (I just posted the beginning of my Nanite story to explain to all my new followers what it’s all about. If you check it out, read the comments too! ) Love this one! Scientists have no morals or ethics…which is exactly the problem!!! Freakinstone is the perfect example of why they’re called MAD SCIENTISTS! LOL! CYA!

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        4. There is a natural, rational, healthy and *necessary* base for ethics, which is empathy. Empathy is the capability of understanding the suffering of others, and therefore not wanting to inflict such suffering. It’s a kind of moral intelligence, and even some animals have it to some extent. It innate to most of us humans, and it can be taught. Religious morals without empathy makes more harm than good when you take a look at the world today, from my point of view.

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        8. I know, and it’s a problem. Still, even those without can be taught how it works and live thereafter. There is a very interesting documentary about a neuroscientist studying psychopathy who discovers through a coincidential brainscan that he has a psychopath’s brain. He relalizes that he is, but he’s never killed anyone and has lived a rather normal life. There’s hope though education. The main problem is that psychopathy is can be genetic, so if your parents treat you bad as well, you’re lost. Of course, religion can keep some of them from killing and make them follow other rules, but in any religion you can find exuses to do harm to others. To teach a child to think rationally is a lot more important.

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  11. Yes. You’re welcome.

    Also, I have an aunt who was on an ethical board (supervising scientists and grants to fund their work at a prestigious university). I recently read an article she was featured in (along with a man who’s position I don’t remember) many years ago — as she is now retired; I was impressed with the fact they were guided in part explicitly by realizations set to writing after WWII.

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