"Scientific Eroticism"
Bland. Plain. Nothing. It's where everything starts – takes it's shape and forms. But honestly. Why be so simple?
Humans are such inane creatures. Routines and habits create such… dull atmospheres.
What if it could be different? Hm? Have I caught your measly attention? I should think I have. Why do you think I'm seen as "the bad guy"?
I wanted change. I wanted radical.
And I had everything at my disposal to bring it about. So I did.
It's not so much about the experiment, so much as the drive behind it. Why is it being done? It doesn't matter how you do it, so long as it is done. It is the feeling derived from the action… I believe they say "like stealing candy from a baby" though, I would much prefer to give some to a sick one… See what happens.
It truly does not matter – the experiment – only the results. Oh, don't get me wrong. Finding the results is… very important.. but testing the desired result is much more satisfactory.
Blissful, even. It's complicated. Almost like an equation. Ah yes, so beautiful like one of those endless strings of mathematical equation. Erotic, really, if truth be told. The beauty is in the numbers. But then, why would you understand?
Hmm… I knew you wouldn't. The last person to understand was Lucrecia. No.. She's not here anymore. The only one who listens… Yes, she listens to me. In the early hours of morning, so very late at night…
Sometimes I hear her whisper.
It is by far the most remarkably beautiful…
But anyway. The results. Yes. The only thing that ever matters is the results. Despite the outcome, everything has its uses. If only to add to the stacks of papers labeled research -or researched, if you will. Even you should know that. If only because everyone knows that… Oh? Hmm.. Anyhow...
..I wonder what we shall find tonight?