The design was perfect, and the mad scientist knew exactly how it would turn out. The mad scientist is a genius. Nothing could fortell how well conducting the final experiment would have gone, and it went off with a bang. There was confetti and champagne and dancing and hollering all night long. The mad scientist walked quietly from the crowd to his office , away from the noise and sat in his chair, eyeing over files and files of documentation from the experiments and threw them away. Months and months of so much time taken and so much energy spent, now it was all over and the calander was unmarked. To return to the old self, the one he used to be before the experiments began, then it was good.

Blanketed by snow, the outside was cold and dreary. Clouds of mist fluttered around the mad scientist's face as he approached his favored chariot. A lit cigarette and a cracked window chilled his bones the entire way home. An eerie thought came across his vision and he slowed to a stop in the middle of the road. With his jaw unhinged, he looked at his eyes in the rearview mirror and thought, "Am I?" And the thought haunted him as he pulled off and drove the rest of the way home.

But he never made it home that night.

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