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My confidence is fading quickly like a flame in the winds.

Mabel Lew

Threesix

March Holiday Homework 2010

(Commonwealth essay competition)

Question two: The mad scientist.

They never understood me. They never gave me a chance. Never, ever, did they think for once that I would have something going on; a dream, a miracle, a goal. Ever since I was a child, I dreamt of accomplishing big things. Science was my passion and the only thing I had ever lived for. Eventually it became an obsession and people started calling me mad; the mad scientist. They did not believe in my experiments, for as they thought that it was nothing big; just a piece of junk. There was only her. The only one who had faith in me, the only one who did not view me as that deranged maniac, holding on to a silly dream. So what happens when the only one who believed in you vanishes like ashes in the wind? I cringed and my heart clenched at the thought. It had already been a few months, but my wounds would never heal, the scar that my lovely deceased wife, Suzan, would always be open. I fiddled with some wires hooked up to a strange machine, my brow furrowed in deep concentration, until beads of sweat were forming on the crease of my forehead. I was a man with a goal. My goal was to bring Suzan back.

After her abrupt demise, I had begged the police not to touch her, as I had a plan. Not knowing what to do at first, I had decided to read up on how to preserve a dead body. Mummies, embalmers, freezing, all of them did not sound too good to me. But I had no other choice as time was running out, and I feared that her body would start to decompose. Eventually I had decided to leave her body in a human-sized freezer, though I shivered at the thought how lifeless and cold she would be. For the next few weeks, I spent hours to end in my laboratory, flipping through my new notes. I was a scientist. I was an inventor. I could do this, I was very sure of that. I knew that if Suzan was still here, she would give me her fullest support without expecting anything back, because she believed in me. Knowing that it was what kept us together for so long, I felt my heart ache as I vividly remembered what she had told me 4 years ago, when I have first confessed to her. “You are not silly, and you are most certainly not crazy.” She had spoken, a smile playing on her lips. “If you were really that of a maniac, I would not be head-over-heels for you, or else I myself would be as crazy as you are,” she had said, laughing.

With that in mind, I combed the entire town for scraps that could help me in retrieving her back. A few copper wires here, a syringe, some gears, zinc plated metal, screws and bolts. I gathered these, and went back to my laboratory, trying to fix the pile together. Within a few weeks, the once useless junk was transformed into part of a brilliant idea. I smiled, thinking how everyone would respect my personal life more if I could just prove them wrong. I did not mind them calling me a “crazed scientist,” but I could not stand it when they had to drag Suzan, my all too innocent lovely wife, into this whole messed up conclusion of theirs. Giving her hardships by calling her “crazy”, “stupid”, “out-of-her-mind” to have ever married me and devoted her life to me.

Finally, after adding the finishing touches of my newly created art piece, I placed my motionless preserved wife onto the platform. Taking in deep breaths, I slowly placed tubes and wires into her. I took a step back to take in the scene that unfolded in front of me. Suzan was pale; the lights in my laboratory glinted off her skin and made it somewhat luminous. Her face was just as I remembered when she took her very last breath; beautiful, but lifeless. She looked like a total mess with multi-coloured wires coiled around her, her hair a dry frizz, with tubes of different sizes and shapes filled with liquids of different uses. Even though her body was in a mess, her face still remained as the young and beautiful Suzan I grew to fall in love with. I touched her face delicately, afraid that I would disturb her in one way or another. Sub-consciously, I gazed out of my window, into the depths of the menacing, dark-grey clouds that rolled in faster and faster. I squeezed my eyes shut and uttered a quick prayer. I had been looking forward to this day ever since she closed her eyes on me and stopped breathing.

With a flick of a switch and a touch of the buttons, my mission has begun. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of my face as I carefully connected two wires of different voltage. “And now…” I announced, stabbing my index finger in the air, talking to no one other than myself; I clipped two ends of a wire onto where Suzan’s heart was. I pressed the button, but no any reaction had taken place. Disappointed, I turned the knobs to adjust the voltage. Higher and higher the voltage went, but still to no avail. Tears streaked down my face as I desperately tried several other methods to get her to open her eyes, to be alive once more. I searched high and low for a solution to help me with my mission. Reading labels on glass bottles, flipping through my notes and formulas, when the storm hit. A flash of light engulfed my house. Darkness followed soon after. It seems like the electricity got tripped. I stood up, feeling my way through the darkness. In a split second, my whole house was brightly lit again, and something knocked me off my feet with such great force that I lost consciousness.

It seemed like decades while I saw pitch-blackness. I was sure it was all a hallucination. I had never felt so carefree, as if the rips in my heart were back to normal. For once in a long time, I was finally happy. I did not have to suffer any more pain any longer; I was floating in the darkness, enjoying the peace that encircled around me. I was only vaguely aware that something was amiss when it was too quiet. Before I knew it, I heard someone calling my name in a soft, melodious voice far away.

Not long after, I struggled to open my eyes, only aware of the sweet music and the combination of the scent of different flowers. I could smell the roses, the daisies and honeysuckle. Staring blankly into the clouds, I tried to sit upright, something, or someone, pushed me gently back. “Edward, how many times have I told you, be careful!” a voice filled the silence. “Edward?” the voice, which I had been longing to hear for so long, replayed itself again in my hollow, empty mind. It took me a whole minute before I could find my voice. “Suzan?” I began. “Suzan, is that really you?” I asked into the brightness, eager to look into my beloved wife’s eyes. “Yes, it is. Oh, Edward, look at you.” Her voice spoke nothing but the truth. Look at me? Whatever could she mean? I sat myself upright and glanced to my sides, examining my body. My skin was slightly charred, though I was pretty sure I did not get sunburn. The truth started to dawn onto me. My experiment did not work out; Suzan was not alive, I died. The fact was not hard to grasp. My house was struck by lightning, and it hit me dead; for I was not in my house or my laboratory, I was in the other world. This tragic fact hit me like a tidal wave. I had not only failed in my mission, but I brought myself to harm, and that would disappoint Suzan.

I could almost imagine the breakout of the news when my neighbors find me dead in my laboratory, lying beside the platform where I was trying my very best to operate on Suzan. “Poor Edward,” they would say. “The loss of his wife probably drove him into such insanity that he has try so hard to get her back, even if it meant he would lose his life.” The news would travel. Then again, I guess it does not matter if I had failed in my mission, I thought to myself. After all, who can I blame for the loss of my life? I was only happy to be reunited with Suzan again. Insane or not insane, I am still the Edward she had lived to love and support.


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↑ the mad scientist @Wednesday, April 28, 20104/28/2010 07:31:00 PM My confidence is fading quickly like a flame in the winds. Mabel Lew Threesix March Holiday Homework 2010 (Commonwealth essay competition) Question two: The mad scientist. They never understood me. They never gave me a chance. Never, ever, did they think for once that I would have something going on; a dream, a miracle, a goal. Ever since I was a child, I dreamt of accomplishing big things. Science was my passion and the only thing I had ever lived for. Eventually it became an obsession and people started calling me mad; the mad scientist. They did not believe in my experiments, for as they thought that it was nothing big; just a piece of junk. There was only her. The only one who had faith in me, the only one who did not view me as that deranged maniac, holding on to a silly dream. So what happens when the only one who believed in you vanishes like ashes in the wind? I cringed and my heart clenched at the thought. It had already been a few months, but my wounds would never heal, the scar that my lovely deceased wife, Suzan, would always be open. I fiddled with some wires hooked up to a strange machine, my brow furrowed in deep concentration, until beads of sweat were forming on the crease of my forehead. I was a man with a goal. My goal was to bring Suzan back. After her abrupt demise, I had begged the police not to touch her, as I had a plan. Not knowing what to do at first, I had decided to read up on how to preserve a dead body. Mummies, embalmers, freezing, all of them did not sound too good to me. But I had no other choice as time was running out, and I feared that her body would start to decompose. Eventually I had decided to leave her body in a human-sized freezer, though I shivered at the thought how lifeless and cold she would be. For the next few weeks, I spent hours to end in my laboratory, flipping through my new notes. I was a scientist. I was an inventor. I could do this, I was very sure of that. I knew that if Suzan was still here, she would give me her fullest support without expecting anything back, because she believed in me. Knowing that it was what kept us together for so long, I felt my heart ache as I vividly remembered what she had told me 4 years ago, when I have first confessed to her. “You are not silly, and you are most certainly not crazy.” She had spoken, a smile playing on her lips. “If you were really that of a maniac, I would not be head-over-heels for you, or else I myself would be as crazy as you are,” she had said, laughing. With that in mind, I combed the entire town for scraps that could help me in retrieving her back. A few copper wires here, a syringe, some gears, zinc plated metal, screws and bolts. I gathered these, and went back to my laboratory, trying to fix the pile together. Within a few weeks, the once useless junk was transformed into part of a brilliant idea. I smiled, thinking how everyone would respect my personal life more if I could just prove them wrong. I did not mind them calling me a “crazed scientist,” but I could not stand it when they had to drag Suzan, my all too innocent lovely wife, into this whole messed up conclusion of theirs. Giving her hardships by calling her “crazy”, “stupid”, “out-of-her-mind” to have ever married me and devoted her life to me. Finally, after adding the finishing touches of my newly created art piece, I placed my motionless preserved wife onto the platform. Taking in deep breaths, I slowly placed tubes and wires into her. I took a step back to take in the scene that unfolded in front of me. Suzan was pale; the lights in my laboratory glinted off her skin and made it somewhat luminous. Her face was just as I remembered when she took her very last breath; beautiful, but lifeless. She looked like a total mess with multi-coloured wires coiled around her, her hair a dry frizz, with tubes of different sizes and shapes filled with liquids of different uses. Even though her body was in a mess, her face still remained as the young and beautiful Suzan I grew to fall in love with. I touched her face delicately, afraid that I would disturb her in one way or another. Sub-consciously, I gazed out of my window, into the depths of the menacing, dark-grey clouds that rolled in faster and faster. I squeezed my eyes shut and uttered a quick prayer. I had been looking forward to this day ever since she closed her eyes on me and stopped breathing. With a flick of a switch and a touch of the buttons, my mission has begun. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of my face as I carefully connected two wires of different voltage. “And now…” I announced, stabbing my index finger in the air, talking to no one other than myself; I clipped two ends of a wire onto where Suzan’s heart was. I pressed the button, but no any reaction had taken place. Disappointed, I turned the knobs to adjust the voltage. Higher and higher the voltage went, but still to no avail. Tears streaked down my face as I desperately tried several other methods to get her to open her eyes, to be alive once more. I searched high and low for a solution to help me with my mission. Reading labels on glass bottles, flipping through my notes and formulas, when the storm hit. A flash of light engulfed my house. Darkness followed soon after. It seems like the electricity got tripped. I stood up, feeling my way through the darkness. In a split second, my whole house was brightly lit again, and something knocked me off my feet with such great force that I lost consciousness. It seemed like decades while I saw pitch-blackness. I was sure it was all a hallucination. I had never felt so carefree, as if the rips in my heart were back to normal. For once in a long time, I was finally happy. I did not have to suffer any more pain any longer; I was floating in the darkness, enjoying the peace that encircled around me. I was only vaguely aware that something was amiss when it was too quiet. Before I knew it, I heard someone calling my name in a soft, melodious voice far away. Not long after, I struggled to open my eyes, only aware of the sweet music and the combination of the scent of different flowers. I could smell the roses, the daisies and honeysuckle. Staring blankly into the clouds, I tried to sit upright, something, or someone, pushed me gently back. “Edward, how many times have I told you, be careful!” a voice filled the silence. “Edward?” the voice, which I had been longing to hear for so long, replayed itself again in my hollow, empty mind. It took me a whole minute before I could find my voice. “Suzan?” I began. “Suzan, is that really you?” I asked into the brightness, eager to look into my beloved wife’s eyes. “Yes, it is. Oh, Edward, look at you.” Her voice spoke nothing but the truth. Look at me? Whatever could she mean? I sat myself upright and glanced to my sides, examining my body. My skin was slightly charred, though I was pretty sure I did not get sunburn. The truth started to dawn onto me. My experiment did not work out; Suzan was not alive, I died. The fact was not hard to grasp. My house was struck by lightning, and it hit me dead; for I was not in my house or my laboratory, I was in the other world. This tragic fact hit me like a tidal wave. I had not only failed in my mission, but I brought myself to harm, and that would disappoint Suzan. I could almost imagine the breakout of the news when my neighbors find me dead in my laboratory, lying beside the platform where I was trying my very best to operate on Suzan. “Poor Edward,” they would say. “The loss of his wife probably drove him into such insanity that he has try so hard to get her back, even if it meant he would lose his life.” The news would travel. Then again, I guess it does not matter if I had failed in my mission, I thought to myself. After all, who can I blame for the loss of my life? I was only happy to be reunited with Suzan again. Insane or not insane, I am still the Edward she had lived to love and support.
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