ALiCE
-7-
That very day the monstrosity was transported to the hospital, and set up with the promise
that the experiment would proceed in the morning. I barely slept that night, excited by
the prospect of finally being able to observe my living, breathing daughter. I was tempted
to go to see her again, just in case something went horribly wrong, but I was afraid of
showing any doubt in these great men. The geniuses of our time do not deserve to be
distrusted.
I arose the next morning bright and early, and accompanied my daughter to the
examination room. The scientists were waiting, obviously as excited as I was, but were
better at hiding it. They ushered my daughter in a room hidden from our view, where a
separate team would watch over her vitals during the operation. In the vast control room,
we would watch on a large screen as my daughter's story came to life.
The words and scenes that follow are beyond any explanation. If I were to possibly try to
narrate the experience, I would ruin the effect the vision will have. I believe that it is best
to present ALiCE's story though the words, thoughts, and vision of ALiCE herself.
Taken from a transcript and video of the experiment, the lines that follow are the exact
replica of the incident, recopied for those who were not there to see and feel the real
thing.
This the story of my ALiCE...
And the WoNDeRLaND she calls home.
***
-7-
That very day the monstrosity was transported to the hospital, and set up with the promise
that the experiment would proceed in the morning. I barely slept that night, excited by
the prospect of finally being able to observe my living, breathing daughter. I was tempted
to go to see her again, just in case something went horribly wrong, but I was afraid of
showing any doubt in these great men. The geniuses of our time do not deserve to be
distrusted.
I arose the next morning bright and early, and accompanied my daughter to the
examination room. The scientists were waiting, obviously as excited as I was, but were
better at hiding it. They ushered my daughter in a room hidden from our view, where a
separate team would watch over her vitals during the operation. In the vast control room,
we would watch on a large screen as my daughter's story came to life.
The words and scenes that follow are beyond any explanation. If I were to possibly try to
narrate the experience, I would ruin the effect the vision will have. I believe that it is best
to present ALiCE's story though the words, thoughts, and vision of ALiCE herself.
Taken from a transcript and video of the experiment, the lines that follow are the exact
replica of the incident, recopied for those who were not there to see and feel the real
thing.
This the story of my ALiCE...
And the WoNDeRLaND she calls home.
***