Chapter Eighteen: A Scientist

"You will do as I say," the cold-blooded murderer looked at him straight in the eye while being pushed against the wall. It is now too late to back out from this fate, as he slowly realized. Fear envoloped his body throughout, while the murderer was agitated. "I am who they say that I am. Your loyalty will remain in my hands. Is that clear to you?"

"Yes, yes . . . my Master."

"I shall now administer the Soulpox pathogen inside your soul in case something of its elements are yet to be perfected. There shall be no protests coming from you at this point. Do you understand?"

"But, but . . . please have mercy on me . . . Master."

The poor Servant is now full of anxiety, profusely sweating from the humidity in the room, and crying for his life to be spared. He was now found to be standing beside the operating table, in a laboratory that aims to commit the most blasphemous act that can ever be imagined. His soul is about to be divided.

"Stop! Stop at once!"

The Master is now trembling with so much anger and hatred upon hearimg those words. He clutched the Servant by the shoulder with so much force, obviously willing to harm him if he will not fully cooperate. His eyes immediately changed into bloody red as a result of the sudden rush of rage.

"You will not say that 'M' word in my presence again!"

"I . . . I am sorry, Master . . . I was wrong. Spare me . . . please."

"Of course, you are wrong. I was right from the very beginning of this experiment. You, Albert Algebra, are the perfect example of the most faithful disciple someone could ever ask for. Why are you denying this extreme privilege to ever happen in your life? After all, you are very much enlightened about the ways of the natural world."

"But . . . I am a scientist, Master, not a monster."

The Master laughed so loudly that it produced an echo inside the hot room. That errie laugh is unmistakable.

"A scientist, you say? On whose behalf? What kind of discovery are you trying to achieve? There is no truth or falsehood, Algebra, only greed. You are a testament to this very fact."

Albert Algebra is now pleading for his life by kneeling down to his powerful Master. Everything he has heard, in spite of the sarcastic voice, is all correct, nevertheless.

"But what shall happen to me?"

The grin that followed was devilishly persuasive.

"What else? You will become more powerful. Trust my decisive process. Now, you will cordially lay on this table as we initiate the process of what must happen."

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