Raising the Dead, in Spite of the Natural Order: A Cautionary Tale
Chapter 1
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"The switch, Iga! Now!"
There's a loud clang of the switch, and electricity arcs through the specimen. It twitches a little. Then more. Then the joints move and it begins to jump around in place, held still only by the cables and straps keeping it there.
"It's working... It's working!" I exclaim, "It's alive! We've done it! We've created life!"
I laugh, amused and relieved that I'm not crazy, and that it really can work.
"It's an improvement. But, I mean, it's just pig's foot, I think you're getting ahead of yourself," Iga says.
I peer over at my short, brunette, lab assistant, "First of all, it's a pig's leg, don't minimize. Secondly, just look at it! There's no sign of necrotic tissue, and it's actually moving. We've completely revived part of a dead body - and a mammal, mind you - and it's moving and everything. You'd never even know it died!"
"Well except that the rest of it isn't there."
"I mean, yeah, obviously. But apart from that," I furrow my brow, "Don't kill the mood."
She holds her hands up, relenting.
"I want to move onto human trials, now. We're almost there. We can do it," I laugh again, and a few blonde locks fall over my face, "We can create real, human life."
"What, like reanimate a corpse?" Iga asks, like it's some sort of surprise that I want to play god. Er, I mean, push the boundaries of science.
"Not just one. We can take superior parts from different bodies. I want to make a perfect specimen," I clasp my hands together, just imagining it.
"You've got a pretty great specimen upstairs already, sure he won't get jealous?" Iga teases me.
"Nonsense. Loyalty is his best quality," I assure her.
"I don't know, I could think of some others..." she says, a little wistfully.
"What's -that- supposed to mean?" I ask, not so sure I like her tone.
"Nothing! Just thinking aloud, forget it," she says, laughing a little.
"...Besides, I didn't mean that I'd make a man. I want to build a woman. I superior goddess that I can mold in my own preferred image," I grin to myself, just imagining my creation.
She opens her mouth to be difficult again, but is interrupted by the opening of the large iron doors at the top of the stairs to the lab, followed by a click and the flooding of lights through the room.
"Doesn't science require better lighting than this?" my handsome boyfriend asks from the door.
"Hi sweetie!" I call up to him, "It sets a mood. We're making some dramatic discoveries, here."
"Hiiiii, Eli..." Iga says to him, smiling and waggling her fingers in a wave.
"Right," he laughs - I don't think boys always understand the intricacies of science, "Anyways, I was going to make grilled cheese. You girls hungry?"
"Yes, I think we've earned a break. We'll be up shortly!" I tell him, and he turns to go. He's so great.
The way that Iga watches him go, I don't find quite so great.
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"What's so special about this hospital, in particular? That we had to go two counties over?" Eli asks me, struggling to put on the scrubs I gave him in the confines of the van.
Iga's head slowly snakes around from her spot in the passenger seat, and I have to reach out and turn it back.
"It's an old one, sweetie. Behind the times, that means poor camera surveillance," I reiterate my plan.
"But... someone told me that we were just looking to see what was there," he grunts a little as he changes, and I have to correct Iga, again.
"I said we were checking to see if there was anything worth taking," I point out, "That doesn't exclude us from taking anything. Besides, we don't want to be found out, either way. This is sort of frowned upon, you know."
"Seems like it would make sense to do an excavation," he leans in, finally in 'costume', "won't someone notice that a body is gone from the morgue?"
"Yes, but it's a risk we need to take. Buried bodies are embalmed today, and the fluid makes them useless for my experiments."
"Okay, fair enough," he says, leaning his head next to mine, "But I want to point out, that stealing dead bodies is well above and beyond the call of duty for the average boyfriend. I expect compensation later," he whispers, a little too loudly, "Anal."
I crack up a little and give him a playful shove, "Hush. Not in front of Iga."
"It's okay, nothing new to me," she says, nonchalantly.
"Wait... what does that mean?" I quirk an eyebrow.
"Nothing in particular," she shrugs in a way that makes her seem more suspicious.
Iga finally gives me the signal that the coroner has left the room. After watching for more than an hour, we can be sure that there's no one else in there. Time to move.