The experiment was over, for now.
Contained white bolts of electricity still reflected off the glass bottles,
lighting the room in flashes. From below, dark shadows crawled up the walls and
around the silent corpse at the laboratory’s centre.
Peter, his fingers still on the lever, smiled.
“No matter,” he said to the darkness. “We’ll try again, after some strudel.”
“Yesss Mah-ster,” Laurie replied, his twisted backbone making it sound to Peter
as if he were only four feet tall. Even the wretch's voice seemed beneath his
station. Quite fitting.
The lightning failed, the shadows died down.
In my high school library there are two paper signs on every pillar. The top one will say 'Law Library' or 'Sociology' and the bottom one invariably says 'Tokyo' and points an arrow left or right.These funny little couplets are scattered all over, like a treasure trail for adventurous otaku kids who really should be studying. The bottom signs always look as if they're about to wink, or nod approvingly at my pink Sakura hairut and green contacts.If you follow them, you get to a painted wooden door. I won't spoil it by going through.