Mad Science

This story was written in answer to Fandango’s One Word Challenge. Word – ‘Speech’

This story also includes the Your Daily Word Prompt word – ‘Demonstrate’

Zis is what I came up with …

Mad Science

“So, zis is my greatest invention.” Dr Hardy turned the spherical device on demonstrating its array of pulsing lights. “Zis device will take your very thoughts and memories and make zem visible on ze screen. Thus …”

“Wait, D-Dr Hardy. My thoughts are for my eyes only.”  Edwin protested. Days like this he hated being the doctor’s assistant.

“Do not worry. Zey will only be seen by us. I am good at keeping secrets.” Hardy told him.

“That’s what worries me.” Edwin collected up some beakers and a tray of discarded electronics to clean them away.

“Where are you going? It’s time to test zis for ze first time.” Hardy unloaded the assistant’s hands and propelled him into a chair beside the glowing orb.

Edwin felt heat radiating from it. He opened his mouth to protest but Hardy gave him a silencing look.

“We put your hand on ze orb, like zis, and ze magic -it will happen here.” Hardy secured his assistant’s hand on the orb which began pulsing much faster. He focused on a nearby screen and saw the white noise screen turn ice-blue. “Look! Something is happening!”

Edwin had expected heat. Instead, he felt frozen. He couldn’t even turn his head to look at the screen thanks to the ice-cold sensation flowing from the sphere throughout his body like liquid nitrogen.

“It is still blue. Is zis what you thinking?” Hardy asked.  

Edwin remained frozen. He tried to engage his speech but nothing happened. His jaw wouldn’t open.

“You must work with me for zis to work. Try to think of something you want for dinner zis evening.” Hardy grinned at him and then focused on the machine.

Edwin tried to do all he could to tell the scientist how he felt.

The screen remained ice-blue but was permeated with fuzzy white dots descending toward the bottom of the screen.

“Yes! You are wanting …” Hardy rocked his head about in thought, then snapped his fingers. “You are wanting, ze bowl of mashed potato for dinner.” He looked to Edwin with furrowed eyebrows. “Are you feeling alright? You hate ze mashed potato.”

Edwin remained unable to move. He couldn’t even wiggle his toes.

“Speak man. We have to demonstrate zis masterpiece on Saturday. It’s no good if you are unable to express how it feels with your speech. So? How does it feel?”

Edwin tried with every cell in his body to move but remained statuesque. Realising he couldn’t communicate with his body, he focused on trying to use his thoughts —maybe the device would actually work.

Hardy put his hands on his hips, glancing between Edwin, the pulsating orb and the screen. “I do not understand why zis is not working as it should. Speak up, Edwin. What’s —”

A feminine scream came out of the screen.

Hardy flinched away and hugged himself. “What in ze world are you thinking about, Edwin?”

Edwin felt he was going mad trying to communicate as his body hit absolute zero temperatures.

Hardy came back to him and removed the assistant’s hand from the sphere.

Edwin defrosted and fell off the chair into a shivering heap.

“Zis shouldn’t happen. Edwin, you look terrible! Are you alright?” Hardy reached down to help him.

“Don’t touch me!” Edwin sat up. “Am I alright? Argh! You made icicles grow off my arse, you idiot!”

“Ze device is not supposed to do zat. Why didn’t you tell me?” Hardy scratched his chin.

“The bloody device froze me solid! You can’t make a speech if your sodding jaw is frozen shut!” Edwin got up and walked stiffly through the stainless-steel work surfaces.

“Edwin, calm down. We need to work zis out.” Hardy looked shocked.

Edwin rounded on him, “How? I tried to show you I was cold by projecting snow.” He started to demonstrate with wiggling fingers. “You thought I wanted mashed-sodding-potatoes. I hate mashed potatoes!”

Hardy’s face lit up in a wide smile. “Yes! Ze device it works! Ze screen did show snow, I misinterpreted it.”

“Yeah and nearly turned me into a human popsicle, you plank!” Edwin pulled his coat on.

 “Zis will not do Edwin. You should not be so angry at me.” Hardy scratched his head. “Come back, we’ll try again with less power. Maybe then you won’t get so cold.”

Edwin felt incapable of speech again. He demonstrated his reply with his middle finger and left.

The End


Thanks for reading my friends. As always there are more stories to be enjoyed (I hope) in the Short Stories and Short Stories 2 tabs.

Have a great day!

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