"Letters"
by Acey
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything. Mr. Toriyama's got DBZ. Again, thanks for reviewing, Kelly Neptunus! I tried hard to keep the suspense going last chapter. I'm glad you enjoyed the last part. Me? Would I kill someone for ten millon? No.
My dear _________, January 10, 760
I forgot to add in the letter I wrote you last that I hoped your holidays were excellent. So here's a measure of cheer ten days late if you look at it from a New Year's standpoint, and sixteen days late if you're refering to Christmas. My own holidays went by so quickly I barely noticed. Yours had to be more satisfactory.
While up late working a night or so ago I came across one of the books you wrote several years ago on genetics and such. It was at least thirty years old and most likely outdated, but while glancing through it I realized for the first time since college how brilliant you were and are. The presentation of the theories was stunning, no one ever did it better than you, and I want you to remember that. Don't consider it shameless flattery of an old man, consider it rightful praise from a friend. I'm telling you the truth.
What did I say I would tell you? Oh, yes, but I can't go into the extensive detail I would like right now. I don't recall if you are performing any serious experiments during your month away, but I am, and it is doing quite nicely. "It" as in my experiment. No, I'm not crossing species (and don't know if you have, either, but with your morals I highly doubt it), just tinkering around with things, machinery, mostly. I'm hoping for better material to work with. You can only go so far with messes of microchips and metal, before you realize how pathetic that truly is in comparison to the organic-- but genetics, of course, was your field, not mine, and I'm not terribly efficient at it. However, my sixteenth experiment's going better than the first fifteen put together (more than that if you count all the myriad prototypes-- which I don't), and is nearly complete. I apologize for not telling you about it sooner, but I wasn't altogether sure if I had assembled it correctly. Thankfully, I did, and now all that I have left is to wire in the memory. Wish me luck.
Your old colleague,
Doctor Gero
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It was very strange, how after the first letter he simply plunged right in, taking for granted that she knew what he was talking about, and not seeming to realize how drop-dead boring the last few paragraphs were. Except for the compliments, but then everyone enjoys compliments directed solely at them. 'Poor Gero, he couldn't ever see that what interested him didn't interest all others.'
She shook the thought off. Poor Gero? The man who had graduated college to become the standard mad scientist? 'No, Gero needs no pity,' she decided, 'and he won't get it from me.'
'I've got to call the police. I've got to call them right now, before I do anything else.'
'No, I can't!' something else inside her screamed. 'Not after all that, I can't just--'
Her fingers closed on the next unopened letter.
'All right. I'll be able to help the police effort better if I just read one more.' *********************************
Author's Note: No, next chapter's not the last chapter, nor the chapter after that. I'm sorry for this one being so short in comparison to the other two, but I promise that the next few segments of "Letters" are going to be longer and, I hope, more entertaining. The best is yet to come, I promise. Well, you know what to do from here! -Acey
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything. Mr. Toriyama's got DBZ. Again, thanks for reviewing, Kelly Neptunus! I tried hard to keep the suspense going last chapter. I'm glad you enjoyed the last part. Me? Would I kill someone for ten millon? No.
My dear _________, January 10, 760
I forgot to add in the letter I wrote you last that I hoped your holidays were excellent. So here's a measure of cheer ten days late if you look at it from a New Year's standpoint, and sixteen days late if you're refering to Christmas. My own holidays went by so quickly I barely noticed. Yours had to be more satisfactory.
While up late working a night or so ago I came across one of the books you wrote several years ago on genetics and such. It was at least thirty years old and most likely outdated, but while glancing through it I realized for the first time since college how brilliant you were and are. The presentation of the theories was stunning, no one ever did it better than you, and I want you to remember that. Don't consider it shameless flattery of an old man, consider it rightful praise from a friend. I'm telling you the truth.
What did I say I would tell you? Oh, yes, but I can't go into the extensive detail I would like right now. I don't recall if you are performing any serious experiments during your month away, but I am, and it is doing quite nicely. "It" as in my experiment. No, I'm not crossing species (and don't know if you have, either, but with your morals I highly doubt it), just tinkering around with things, machinery, mostly. I'm hoping for better material to work with. You can only go so far with messes of microchips and metal, before you realize how pathetic that truly is in comparison to the organic-- but genetics, of course, was your field, not mine, and I'm not terribly efficient at it. However, my sixteenth experiment's going better than the first fifteen put together (more than that if you count all the myriad prototypes-- which I don't), and is nearly complete. I apologize for not telling you about it sooner, but I wasn't altogether sure if I had assembled it correctly. Thankfully, I did, and now all that I have left is to wire in the memory. Wish me luck.
Your old colleague,
Doctor Gero
*********************************
It was very strange, how after the first letter he simply plunged right in, taking for granted that she knew what he was talking about, and not seeming to realize how drop-dead boring the last few paragraphs were. Except for the compliments, but then everyone enjoys compliments directed solely at them. 'Poor Gero, he couldn't ever see that what interested him didn't interest all others.'
She shook the thought off. Poor Gero? The man who had graduated college to become the standard mad scientist? 'No, Gero needs no pity,' she decided, 'and he won't get it from me.'
'I've got to call the police. I've got to call them right now, before I do anything else.'
'No, I can't!' something else inside her screamed. 'Not after all that, I can't just--'
Her fingers closed on the next unopened letter.
'All right. I'll be able to help the police effort better if I just read one more.' *********************************
Author's Note: No, next chapter's not the last chapter, nor the chapter after that. I'm sorry for this one being so short in comparison to the other two, but I promise that the next few segments of "Letters" are going to be longer and, I hope, more entertaining. The best is yet to come, I promise. Well, you know what to do from here! -Acey