The Science of Madness
Pasteur looked on at his pet. How he had loved playing with it from dusk till dawn. He smiled as he wiped the trickles of tears emerging from his lacrimal glands.
Pasteur felt a wave of anger rush in his veins. Why would someone harm his beloved close friend?
He did not understand why there had to be evil in the world. Could there not be at least a place that was only filled with good?
He proceeded to wash his hands for twenty seconds like he had learned during the first training in the health and sciences department. Pasteur wiped his hands and tossed the wet towels into the trash can. Then he used one of the dry ones to turn off the running water. He stood for a moment watching the mix of blood & water swirling around in the sink right before it went down the drain.
Pasteur briskly moved to grab a pair of nitrile gloves. He was ready to finally continue working on his latest experiment.
He grabbed a pair of medical tongs from a silver tray that he’d laid by the side of his newest project. Pasteur plunged the tool into the chest of his pet, and pulled out what looked like a lychee. He used both of his hands to tear the lychee like organ open.
His eyes looked on in wonder at the center/core of the lychee. Inside of the organ, Pasteur spotted a sac of seeds. He had not been sure if this was going to work, but now that he had made sure to increase the room temperature there was some progress in his work.
He raised his arms, while still holding the lychee in his palms. Pasteur burst out laughing. Maybe this would actually work.
He rushed to grab a few more items from the shelf. Using a range of techniques—which he’d learned from the great works of Bassi, Biot, & Sidney-Pasteur- Pasteur focused to light the path to bring a spark of new found life for his beloved pet.
Lightning flashed across the dark & starless night sky. Pasteur paid no mind to the sign of a big storm approaching. He continued on with his work.
After several hours of immense concentration, Pasteur noticed that the chest cavity of his pet was now covered by spores. This he deduced could be exactly what would bring about a breakthrough in his latest experiment.
He thought the spores could be the key to unlock the mystery to unravel how to bring his pet back to life. As soon as he laid his nitrile gloved hands on the spores, his whole body felt a shock like a wave of electricity through his body.
Pasteur soon lost control of his locomotion, and central nervous system. He felt lightheaded, and right before his body hit the ground~ he witnessed his pet rise from the examining table. It leaped from the examination table onto the floor.
He could sense tears collecting in his lacrimal glands. But they did not form a trail at this time instead they crystallized in the same manner as the rest of his body.