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Chapter 8 Ilsa Dietrich walked down the halls of Providence Asylum. The sharp smell of antiseptic stung her nose and the stark whiteness of the walls and ceiling made her squint. Following in her stead was Doctor Richard Tafastein, current acting head physician of the facility, a thin tall man with a hooked nose and a ludicrous pompadour. He was struggling to keep up with Ilsa whose stride was fast and determined. Tafastein had not expected the scientist who had suddenly arrived that evening. She had simply announced her presence at the gate and demanded entrance, wanting to see a recent patient that had been admitted. Initially Tafastein ha

Chapter 7 Ilsa leaned against the doorframe, a pale shaft of light from the hallway illuminating Jorn's prone form. He lay there, sprawled out across the bed, his eyes flickering wildly as he dreamed. Ilsa sighed. Some hours earlier, he had awoken briefly only to gaze at her like she wasn't there before returning to a fugue sleep. She had summoned physicians immediately only for them to tell her nothing she didn't already know. She slowly closed the door and rubbed her forehead. The past couple of days had been one arduous task after another for her, all for the sake of her job. After sending Chunk on his way, Ilsa called several security a

Chapter 6 Excerpt taken from interview with Professor Jorn Malberich on German Chat Show: Guten Arben Berlin, 5th May 2002 (translated from German) Inge Hutberg: Tell us Professor in simple terms what is your philosophy towards Science? Jorn Malberich: If I were to simplify my philosophy into the simplest possible notions Inge, I could sum it up in one word. Inge: And what would that word be? Jorn: Timelessness. Inge: Would you care to elaborate Professor? Jorn: We live finite existences on this planet Inge as do all sentient things. We are born, live lives that are but the flicker on a candle to the earth and we pass on. But our legac

Chapter 5 He had been a fool. He had stumbled blindly into the fray without understanding what he was doing or why. There was no rhyme or reason to the actions of Professor Malberich's pursuers because he had not looked for one. He should have known better; his memories of Josh Wagner's dying eyes flashed before his own as recalled how blindly he had nearly stumbled into his own death. A sudden sharp pain bit into his shoulder and he hissed. 'Will you stop being such a baby?' Melissa leaned over his shoulder, her hands holding a roll of gauze and a bottle of betadine. She had covered her violet two piece bra with a white medical jacket and