It All Went Wrong

The Year 2003. August 16th. My first term at university. My ambition was vast to create something which the world had not seen before. I was doing a degree course to become a scientist. The course itself extended to four years. After four years study I finally graduated and was ready to amaze the World with my unique creations!

One day I attended a friend’s dance party and met a woman with large attractive blue eyes; her hair was long, black and shiny; her skin was of a fair complexion. Instantaneously I fell in love with her. Her name was Sarah.M.King. I could not resist walking up to her and introducing myself; as a scientist. Also I informed her of my hobbies. After my introduction Sarah politely introduced herself to me, and to my amazement, she possessed exactly the same hobbies and interests as myself; also she had just graduated from university and was a scientist. “ Perfect! ”, I thought to myself. “ She has the same hobbies and interests. We were fated to meet “. So I asked her out for a date without hesitation. Sarah agreed likewise, without hesitation I took her to an exquisite five star hotel and impressed her with my taste and manners. Instantly we were madly in love with each other, and it was unabated as we went out together for nine months. Then I married her, and our honeymoon was in Turkey.

When our honeymoon was over I had to continue with my first experiments aimely originating a new species of the human race. This species would be able to accomplish tasks which ordinary humans would find impossible. This unique species would be designed to carry out assignments which would involve: walking through fire; running at extreme speeds (even faster than the speed of light), never being ill or be affected by any type of virus (not even by extreme amounts of radiation caused by Nucleur devices); having the ability to communicate with animals (their hearing would be so perfected that they would hear distances of miles, at very high frequencies, like dog whistles). They would also have incredible eyesight enabling them to see for miles, during darkness (they would have x-ray vision), also vastly enhance their level of intelligent.

Simultaneously I produced many antidotes, tested on animals, but they all at first were deficient in some respect. After continued modifications and trials, I finally reached my goal. An antidote was ready, apparently flawless. I saved its formula in my main frame; I also made doubly sure by saving it on my disk, which was protected by encrypted security. If any one attempted to tamper with it, it would be erased.

To ensure that my antidote was operative, I had to locate a human on whom I could testrun my project. I had to find someone who would willingly allow ...

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To ensure that my antidote was operative, I had to locate a human on whom I could testrun my project. I had to find someone who would willingly allow me to use my project features on him and whom I could trust implicitly. After a month of vigorous and careful searching, I found the type of person I was searching for: his name? Dagger Jones.

He was a fat, short, muscular man. His occupation was as the driver of a cargo lorry which usually transported rum. He had an unusually grumpy face, and eyes like the devil’s; a nose which could trumpet like a foghorn when he sneezed, and a sharp chin as cutting as a knife. Curiously, he had a ponytail as long as a ruler and teeth of solid gold which unfortunately gave off an extremely unpleasant odour. On his right ear he wore an earring which stated “ British Bull Dogs “. He habitually wore a tight orange vest, and a pair of black jeans which were stitched up from the knees and heavy black boots with steel toecaps. He was strong as steel, seemed built as stoutly as a tank. Now he was holding a cigar nonchalantly between his lips. I put it to him, “ Are you sure that you want to be a part of this project?” He replied casually, “ Yes, I am positive that I want to be a part of this project. “ Next I guided him around my laboratory and informed him about the project and what might befall him; soon I could seem he was becoming increasingly dismayed. I suddenly remembered something baneful, even revolting, about the antidote: if the antidote were to be inserted into the case study’s bloodstream’ he might become a vile beast; his blood cells would become totally transformed into millions of small and deadly parasites. However, it occurred to me in a flash if I inserted it via his brain neuro cells, Jones would probably not be affected. I gave him a solute chemical to drink which would cause him to fall asleep. After Jones had dosed off, I began to insert the antidote carefully into his brain. To carry out this procedure I had to be extremely precise to avoid injecting it into the nerves in his brain.

After a couple of hours of anxious waiting the crucial moment arrived; my dream of creating a perfect human, mentally and physically, had been realized.

Dagger Jones had been transformed completely: now he was everything a woman should desire in a man. Instead of being short, fat and with horrible teeth, he was tall, dark and handsome; his body was fit and muscular. He had very healthy teeth which were extremely shiny and white and beautiful blue eyes, as bright as a clear sky, with a slight glint of confidence in them. His hair was cut short and it was as thick and shiny as a velvet carpet on a laminated floor. He was wearing a black suit made of pure silk, with an orange silk shirt and a matching coloured black silk tie. Of course, I had to run a couple of tests on Jones to ensure that the antidote had worked. Jones appeared to pass them all comfortably in flying colours. I was convinced that it had worked.

I believed I had been successful with my creation and now could live happily with my wife, with no worries about my experiments, whether they would work or not. Now I knew that my creation was functioning and I could reveal it to an amazed world. I lived contentedly with my wife; we were enjoying our lives.

However, a couple of months later, while I was in my lab working on other tasks, the alarm went off. An intruder was entering my domain. I soon heard someone’s footsteps behind me. I turned around smartly: to my amazement…, it was Dagger Jones! He had totally changed! My smart young creation was now an ugly beast: I could see his veins, now transformed into a horrible shade of pinkish purple and his eyes the colour of green; slime was even dripping from his eyeballs. His teeth were disgusting: a horrible yellow as if fungus was growing on them and maggots were feasting on it. His mouth and body had the odour of a rotting corpse. His skin seemed to have larvae masticating on it, as if it were all chewed up with bits of flesh from which blood was dripping. The blood itself was a revolting sight: a kind of brown. His body was totally misshapen; one leg bigger than the other; one arm shorter than the other; his hands and most of his torso was grotesque. It was a hideous and abhorrent sight. He shouted at me disconsolately, “ You bastard! Look at what you have created, you have ruined my life by making me a part of your project! “

I replied, “ I am sorry for doing this to you but I did ask you if you wanted to be part of this project. You agreed! “

He muttered with anger, “ You knew the effects if the project went wrong but you didn’t tell me! I have killed your wife as revenge for destroying me! “

“ What?…. Why did you kill my wife? She had nothing to do with this! You should have killed me instead of my wife, “ I shouted with rage at him.

He retorted in an evil tone, “ I’ve killed your wife! I am going to kill you anyway! I will kill you! I will first dismember your body, then stamp and spit on it. After that I will feed it to the dogs! “ He dashed at me suddenly with a huge knife but I quickly launched a bottle of Hydrochloric Acid combined with Ammonium Nitrate straight at him. As the highly acidic mixture immediately destroyed all the parasites in his body; normal blood cells replaced them. Without knowing, involuntary, I had cured Dagger Jones!

I walked in a daze towards the door leading to the house and there in front of my eyes lay the crumpled body of my beloved wife. I turned deliberately with all the anger accumulated inside me, dashed towards Dagger Jones and stabbed him brutishly several times he also until he lay in a broken heap on the floor, with all the blood drained from his body.

The Police, of course, came and arrested me for the offence I had committed. They followed the trail and I was next convicted of murdering Dagger Jones. This is the story of my life from beginning to end; in between it all went wrong! I have only a little time left before my execution. Was I right or wrong to murder Dagger Jones? It all went wrong!!!

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IT ALL WENT WRONG

WRITTEN BY HAYAT MUNIR @ 18/10/00