- “After so many experiments and such
a meditation, I definitely decided to make the big footstep. I would inject the “nouchefalon” of a
man in the brain of another being of the same kind. The basic job was entirely
developed. The premises seemed to be straight very good: all the similar
experiments on the other animals had been conducive to improvement.
So the dogs, since the first injections of canine “nouchefalon”,
improved their smell, their strength and the whole psycho-physical complex
sensitively descending from the brain. The same can be said for the cats; made
object of analogous experiment, they became more agile, stronger and more
cunning. And the same had still happened with the mice.
You can of course imagine, what such an emotion I felt when I injected
those drops that were deposed on the fund of the test-tube, to a guinea-pig.
The result was amazing, greater and more meaningful than I had been able to
foresee myself. The mouse, a normal mouse of averages age and greatness, after
spending twelve hours asleep, wakened up again. Apparently he seemed to be the
same as before the injection, but actually he moved in a different manner however.
He had, in a few words, a different air.
He slowly started walking and moving its tail upwards, in a way quite unusually
for a mouse; furthermore he sniffed and smelled the air and the ground of the
cage. And I was much more surprised when I saw him stretching its legs towards
and backwards and, curving the backbone up, forming a tall hunch. Its limbs
still looked like those of a mouse, but they behaved as belonged to a cat! That
was the exceptional result!
The animal seemed restless and took on turning around the cage with his
feline behavior. He was surely looking for some food. I gave him his usual mice
food but after he had smelled it for a long time, he started over turning
around visibly more nervous and hungrier. I opened a cat tin food and with my
great surprise he devoured that meal in a flash. He grew up constantly in the following days,
assuming a double massive structure compared to the same aged of his own race,
then his growth seemed to halt. His epidermis had not suffered either big
mutations; nor the bony structure, at least externally, showed to have acquired
any peculiar characters, except for the moustaches and the legs, that seemed to
have changed for a most congenial use to cat’s needing. In the movements and in
the external behavior he moved as a cat though having the semblances of a
mouse.
A serious question had bothered me since the first days of the experiment: how
would that animal relate with another mice? And how would other cats relate with
him? In his more inner instinct had he become a cat or he had remained a mouse?
With much trepidation I moved him to
captivity with other mice: they started to squeak very afraid; it was evident
that those small rodents had immediately warned the hostile presence.
He had a good time pursuing them and grabbing them as cats make with mice,
and at long, exhausted and satisfied, he rested quietly on a side of the big
cage, while the little mice, remained farther all afraid and trembling.
He didn't show any interest to pursue them, more than in that joking way, perhaps
because he was not hungry or even because something inside prevented him from
doing it. The thing, after all, didn't interest me and I transferred him afterwards
with a real cat, and also there the success arose to me: they behaved as two bosom
and jovial friends. It was clear, at that point, that the cells of the “nouchefalon”
were reversing: they were able, that is it, to be reduced from the normal
organic state to a synthesis, through thermal process, and from this state, be
brought again to the aboriginal state continuing on developing their natural
function.
Of course to subtract some dogs to the amusement of selfish and insensitive
masters or the cats to their miserable existence of sterilized animals and
foolish by the stupidity of their masters, repulsed a great deal less than to
deprive a family, a man or a woman from the affection of a beloved face.
But finally, this was what the fate wanted me, and the ideal night at long
finally came, for me and for the world, resolving me to the action!
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I set out toward the poor districts of the city, immediately encouraged by
the full smile of the moon. There, where people mostly suffered, I would have
found easier to get what I needed and consume the necessary holocaust for the
ransom of the humanity. I didn't have any idea how to manage the whole thing,
but I had a great trust inside of me. I advanced in the miserable roads and
wandered for a long time, without destination. After so much to wander, when I
already thought about abdicating, some cries attracted my attention: two men quarreled,
at the very bottom of an alley, between cans full of garbage.
I decided immediately to follow unmolested the scene. Words gave soon places to
knives as in facts they appeared in
their hands. The fastest and most fortunate succeeded on splitting the stomach
of the adversary. It was enough: I run toward the two men. The hurter was just
more than a boy, and now was standing, in despair, with the knife, still
tightened in his fist. I could see it reddish at the light of the moon.
- «Quick»–I howled him. – «I am a physician, just help me! I have nearby the
car: we will bring him home and try to save him».
- "I drove like a crazy man through the desert roads. I was a physician
and my duty was to try to save that young life from death.
Though having already appraised the gravity of his wounds, I felt inside that
the hoarse man, in the back of my car, was the victim designated by the destiny
for the beginning of the big experiment that would have transformed the world
and the history of the man. Don't look with mercilessness's eyes at me, my
friends, for these words I have told you.
The life of a man is worthless in the mysterious, spinning wheels of the
Cosmos. Nobody in the world dies by random, yet hundreds and thousands of deaths
a day, leave unchanged the course of the humanity. Somehow, I have anticipated
and studied for all my life, because this course was completed in the right way.
And though I was ready to do anything in order to accomplish with my programs,
I was exempted to committee the most atrocious of crimes: the Fate itself
killed for me, through the irresponsible hand of an outcast young man.” Mr
Winningoes kept silent for a long an instant, maybe finding a confirm in our
eyes to the sentiments he had expressed.
I took advantage of that further pause to immerse myself in my most recent memories
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