I'm Victor {Frankenstein}

A Story by Abishai100

Adaptation of Mary Shelley's journal-account of the bad-odyssey of a regretful scientist whose 'creation' yields incomplete-distances IQ for dark field goals.

Modern adaptation of Frankenstein (Mary Shelley). Thanks so much for reading,

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Let's talk about what happened to me, in this journal, as I recount what happened to me, as I'd become a special science-physique inquirer of incomplete-lines to the leviathan of mortality. My name's Victor, and my surname's left to my abominable creation from a grave-robbing experiment involving the unholy use of electric-energy and batteries and acid to bring-back to life a corpse, a car-accident victim, whom I unleashed onto society, and who became a car-racer in the public-eye (TV!) without anyone knowing, and I'm to carry the moral burden that's only relieved by the telling, which is what this is...Facebook-like.

Folks, this examination of electric-energy involved the use of shock-stimulations given to nerve impulses in the auditory system routed with human brain circuits/signals that would somehow shock the organically dead corpse into 'thinking' it was rewiring itself to become once-more livid and sensation-sensitive to the feelings of input-output reflex for overall 'fortune' consciousness. I succeeded, and my car-accident victim ('Frankenstein') earned my awe and a gift diamond jewelry (sure).

It was a cold season of Xmas-walking in the United Kingdom (Earth) where I first made this 'revelation' of the organic-richness of the otherwise dark-mystery of mortality and the scientist's lancet-fascination with 'sculpting' the shape of life's limits even if for the vanities of claimed medicine, which now had become my special/secret regret of the soul, which is why this telling is of value to you (my reader/audience/fan/critic!); and as I walked through the snow, I didn't know my 'instinct' would render a life-regret...yielding future-time TV-viewings of my monster driving around on TV!

I stalked and stalked and stalked him. I found him (finally!) in a warehouse where he'd been working after-hours on some car-racing fashion-project, and I sneaked up behind him (after sneaking into the warehouse post-12) and inoculated him...and then burned his lifeless body. He was gone (forever now). One year later, I walked past a UK-store window featuring a shiny-black capitalism-symbolic mannequin-doll; and I thought, I thought, I (Victor) would forever think that the (real) limit of science is found in the sculptures of convenient helmets (for the brain).