Satam novel
In a world governed by the powers of good and evil. Where creatures that we regard to be fairytales exist in perfect synchronisation with one another in a world that resembles a childlike dream. A sinister being that one would be quick to deem as untainted evil was awakening from its slumber. An evil mind conspiring and plotting to overthrow that which is good a pure for no reason other than a remorseless, cold hatred for life.
Julian leant over his laboratory bench closely examining a microscope. His blue eyes buried deep into the rubber coated eye pieces. He shuffled his undersized chunky legs nervously. What he was seeing could revolutionise the world of medicine as his kind knew it.
Under the microscopes piercing white light and layers of magnifying glass was a slide with a finely pressed wax coated section of a former patients liver. The blue dye had stained the individual cells causing the nuclei to show up a dark blue surrounded by pale blue cytoplasm. These were normal healthy cells, but with one thing peculiar about them. They had come from a patient who had died from cirrhosis of the liver.
Julian could hardly contain his excitement. He leant back away from the microscope and wiped a fine perspiration away from his chubby face.
At last! All those years of being told he was crazy would finally end. Now he could tell those so called doctors that after death it was in fact possible to revive oxygen deprived cells in mobians that had recently deceased. They had dismissed him as a crazed lunatic but now he was the pioneer of eternal life. He held the world in his human hands.
He steadied himself 'Not now Julian dear boy, there is still room for this to go horribly wrong' he thought to himself 'we must not be to hasty here'.
Julian sat back in his black armchair. The leather was worn around the arm rests from years of use. Years he cared not to remember. Years that were tirelessly testing his hypothesis on deceased patients of his. His chair creaked angrily in protest under his considerable mass. The wheels slowly rolled back a few centimetres before coming to a stop.
Julian exhaled noisily. His brilliant white lab coat rising and falling in a smooth motion. It was a little tight around his stomach. A result of years of being focused like a man possessed on such a seemingly futile endeavour who had simply ceased caring about how he appeared to others.
The laboratory cooling system finally kicked in. The fans whirred to life and began the process of cooling the air in the lab. The lab itself was situated underground in a bunker one mile below the surface. Security here was tight with the research he had been conducting. He was surprised they had kept him here for as long as they had. Perhaps the investors had seen the true value of Julian's research.
Whatever the reason was, it was not, shared with Julian.
However he had managed to keep his most recent findings secret even from the investors and other laboratory staff. They had all been watching him carefully all knowing all to well that he was simply a genius of unfathomable limits. He was a strange man to the other doctors and scientists but with good intentions at heart they all felt.
In spite of this there had been much controversy at the concept of bringing people back from the dead. Snatching them from deaths door. So many ethical questions had been raised. Playing god? Maybe he was but it was surely not for the greater good of mobian kind? This discovery could save the lives of thousands. Suffering could finally end. Death need no longer heed life.
'Well' Julian said to himself with an unusual calm 'I guess I have finally done it'.
He sat there for a few minutes debating on what to do next. Well that most certainly was a hard question. It is not everyday you find a way to stop people from dying! Julian got up out of his chair and walked over to a steel cabinet across the room and opened it. The cabinet was a gloomy looking thing. Just cold hard steel made to be easily cleaned by the cleaning ladies that entered his domain only after he retreated home to his personal territory.
From within this cabinet he pulled out a bottle of 2215 whiskey. He set a glass on his table then poured himself two fingers of whiskey. Julian did not think twice about breaking the rule of no drinking or eating in the lab. He chugged it down in one gulp then wiped away the residue from his ginger moustache.
The whiskey hit his stomach and turned it into a cauldron of fire for but a few seconds before giving him a dull sense of comfort. A dull sense of comfort he was surely going to need for the next 24 hours.