The Mad Scientist
Sloppily stitched together grafted grey matter. Neurons snap and fire along spider web pathways. Foreign ideas and thoughts mesh blender style within. An elongated titanium skull custom crafted to hold in the pulsing abomination. The copper pins placed throughout the helmet screwing everything together, jolts of lightning arc crisscross along the metal scalp.
Switches thrown send massive beams of lightning spears from the sky. The helmet becoming a superconductor knife's the electricity directly within. The grafter assistant mimics his former master, silently standing over the work, waiting for a flicker of life.
Two ice blue eyes snap open. Deep stating sapphires contained within twin pits. The titanium skullcap starts to flex in tune with twin heartbeats. The jaw creaks open and a horrifying voice slithers out. Like crushed glass over sandpaper the vocal cords tainted by the black tongue of the dead. The sockets set upon the titan towering over, a click of recognition passes over the face.
The ideas start to pound within the skull, rapid fire, one after the other, non-stop. With a heroic effort the former mad scientist is able to bring his new mind to heel.
The pair have become whole again. Master and creation stand as equals.
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