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Logbook of a scientist - Entry #1 Arrival.

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  1. Alexander
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    For days and days the young lad has been travelling up and down between London, Oxford and Grays. A long haul every day. Science is a cruel mistress; it wants you at the places where like minded people come together. Thus travelling is a part of it all. Especially when you do not wear a title yet; if you only helped at schools education the younger ones in the hope that they will flourish into scientists later. The Mistress also keeps on asking questions; seeing many trying to answer them from a book called the Bible. Isn’t the bible just written by someone? How could that ever be proper evidence? Just like the stories of the German brothers in the south of the German states.

    But one day in Town, the young lad was wandering around waiting for his coach to be prepared to take him to Oxford… something attracted his attention. Vampires. They are feared by many, and probably as strong as the stories tell. A good thing about living in Grays is that the folklore lives there still. The werewolves documented for the first time in Tilbury; the tensions between the two races are well documented in the area.

    Isn’t there a way of entwining the science he is working on now and the hobby of studying this race? Perhaps a bold step could benefit the world. In different ways really, we could examine electricity further and also help the society. Fear comes mostly from the unknown; and if you reveal the unknown to the public; fear could fall down and the world could grow into a better place. But one must be warned. These two are dangerous entities and combining them could create a monster too large to handle. Electricity has already created victims for unknown reasons; and so did vampires. This is the moment I could flourish my knowledge on the both of them; performing research in extent. But I need to create contacts. Social aspects of the research. I need somebody to look after me and the subjects, I need subjects and I need questions to be answered… questions books don’t dare to ask. Perhaps that is where fate came onto my path.

    I have met a lovely woman, a doctor it seems. Caring, sweet and friendly. Clever but also alert at the same time. She disagrees with my opinions on hospitals; yet she cannot deny that hospitals are hubs of disease and ill fallen ones. They all are brought together to be treated; creating a place the Reaper enjoys lingering around. No place for me. I value my life and science. And I have met someone else as well. She contacted me now a couple of times. She is beautiful and mysterious. My mind started playing tricks on me… she could be the connection I need for my research; could she be the key? But at what cost will that happen? Will I be able to pay the price?
    The doctor already told me to be careful; even so careful that I shouldn’t lose the track of time. That won’t happen now with this watch, the watch I wear with pride close to my heart.

    In the meantime I already established myself a place in London; hopefully I can grow a fund here to remain in this place. The houses aren’t cheap; perhaps I could even have some work on the side for the public who wants it. Inventing items, working with science… That could be beneficial to me to remain here.
    This was my first entry in my log; a scientist’s log. And I hope that many more will follow. The date of today is April 26th, 1891.

    Posted 4 months ago #

  2. Alexander
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    As days have passed, my landlord realised that the house I used wasn't large enough for my ambitious plans. No, she told me to find a larger house... and as I threw around with my own assets, she would actually find me a large house.

    Here I am, tucked away in Town, bit more privacy and less Nosey Parkers. Exactly what I need. The building itself is a decent building. Three floors, good enough for my engines and office, living space and a space I will hope to use soon enough. That last bit might be more difficult than I expected. I expected London to be a large and thriving city; but I was mistaken. Here the darkest crawlers rule, pushing the neat lifestyle I'm used to away.

    Even the college is not there anymore, I have been told. It has been scorched down. Useless. The lessons were given at the place of the owner of the college, not even in a decent building. So what do I expect? That I can walk up to him and show my papers... showing why he should give me a funding which he could use himself perhaps even more? Don't be rediculous! Perhaps I should turn more often to that one Sophisticated Woman indeed. She promised me to help, against a high price though. I will see what will happen. So far I am still waiting for all my books and decorations to arrive at my new place. Soon I will say farewell to my old house in Grays. I won't stay there that often anymore... but will never sell it.

    Now I am waiting at the woman's opinion of my document; and I could stare at the ceiling. What I could do meanwhile, a tad more productive really, is to start spending time on building my engines. Engines powered by coal, to create what I will use with such a passion. On the other hand, I could dive deeper in my second study about vampires. I still need to decipher the story about a Prince, not too far away. It is such a shame the whole village is gone, the village he ruled over. And you know what? I cannot wait to receive the items I've gathered around the ruins of that village. Soon I will learn more about the Prince with whoms name I share.

    Later today I hope to finish up writing the document about his kind, to save it for once and all next to my 'Theory of the Arc'. Today's date is April 29th, 1891.

    Posted 4 months ago #

  3. Alexander
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    May first, 1891. I woke up by something unusual. A note on the pillow next to me attracted my attention and strangely enough, I didn’t mind. It made me jumpy at first, as I obviously didn’t expect it, but that feeling faded soon enough; I told her to visit my house whenever she likes to keep track of my research. It is quite scary that one does come in the house, watches me sleep and leaves a note. But then it is the sacrifice I make for Science. The note only contained a question, a question I still cannot answer. I feel double about it, yes I could trust her and no, I do not know if she plays with me like I’m some kind of soft toy or that I genuinely can trust her. She could easily have killed me, fed from me or even worse; something I wish not to think about now. But she didn’t, in fact she left without leaving any other trace. Is this the moment I should just dive in and see what will happen? To see how big my sacrifice for Science will be? I am young and talented; I am young and filled with energy. Is that reason enough to be more careful; or will my talent and energy safe me? A simple question raising even more questions and these questions I cannot answer. Yet.

    The progress itself with the research is finally picking up some pace. My books are delivered, more parts and at this moment while I am writing in my logbook, workers are busy with installing the engine to create electricity. I have been able to ship one of the many engines and generators from the College of Brentwood, but I do not know how much longer my funds will be efficient to satisfy the demands of my research. I must act quickly, I must answer my personal questions as soon as possible or fate will do it for me. That will bring me to a point where I don’t wish to be. A police Officer for the Metropolitan Police Force? Breaking up my research to become a low levelled tutor without any recognition?

    I must break up this entry now, to find some rest again if I can. The noises coming from the backroom are rather creating a headache… Science, many sacrifices to please the cruellest of Mistresses.

    Posted 4 months ago #

  4. Alexander
    Member

    This is one of my final entries to my log about my arrival. The machines are nearly up and running, I have settled myself in and it seems like someone has already found the way to my home. Today’s date is the 5th of May, 1891.

    I woke up this morning with a strange feeling. I thought it was a dream, but as some might know, Morpheus is deceiving. His mists are meant to cloud your mind and judgement. The shadow, I saw a glimpse of was not really a shadow, but it was a person it appears to be. A person I should trust, I should know. Or perhaps a murderer, a thief. Who the person was I know; but would like to keep you in Limbo.
    What I do know, are these scientific facts. When I woke up, a certain private part of my body was more swollen than usual in the morning; like I had some kind of raunchy dream. Also was it harder for me to look around, to move my head and I felt even more tired than before I went to bed.

    But I needed to get out of bed, I needed to write this all in my log before my mind takes control of itself and pushes this back for the more industrial thoughts of research and science. Despite what I’ve told before, I feel actually really great… but my mind has also got an empty spot like I am missing something. On of the first things when I noticed that I couldn’t turn my head this morning, was a strange thing in my neck. I tried to rub my neck to loosen up my muscles; but what does it seem? I have two small perfectly cut holes there. Since then I knew what happened and who the person was.

    It was the person I should trust indeed, the person I’ve told that the could visit my house any time she wants to file through my research papers in return for her help in information and funding. But it seems like that the woman has littler interest in my work than in the me-person. I could use this given, I could use this to create several scenarios and see how she will react; I will turn the toy into a master of puppet play. Yet it feels wrong doing so. It feels not right, could she really care for me? She… tastes so nice, but do I too? She is so friendly and intelligent, would she think that of me too?

    For all I know up to now, is that she does visit me in the nights. I wonder if she just sometimes sits around in my settee area when I’m asleep, if she does read my work or the books of others. I do not know anymore what happens in my own house while I am asleep, but I guess I will be safe as long she is here…
    And for the marks in my neck? They will faint. I will think about the feeling of them, I will think about how it makes me feel about them. This information, I will be my own source, could be useful in my works on vampires.

    One thing is for sure, I do not mind… only the feeling I have now; the feeling of missing someone.

    Posted 4 months ago #


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