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- What do you think, Rupert?
Dr Wackenstein grinned self-complacently when he pointed at his new invention - apparently a kind of articifical heart that he intended to implant into the miserable creature beside him.
- Indeed, very interesting, doctor, said Rupert, not sounding very convinced.
- Just interesting? It’s marvellous! My masterpiece! The era of New Humanity begins with this apparatus. No more hovering over graveyards, no more morgue-lifting!
- But are there six orifices leading into it? I know only of four...
- You have a good conception of the human anatomy, my friend. And of the natural numbers, said Dr. W. That’s why I call it a milestone of human development. I added a channel for viscosity control and another one for emotional regulation.
- Emotional? But you always taught me that human emotions were not installed in the heart but in the nevous system.
- Right again, Rupert. But it’s all biochemistry. With the sixth channel, I can inject several substances like serotonine, theobromine et cetera and so level up or down feelings like hate, fear, obedience – well, everything a human being needs. This is the beginning of the age of biochemistry. And we are its forerunners!
- I see.
- And you are the first person ever to try out this enhancement.
The assistant showed a hesitant look on his face.
- I… I don’t know, doctor. I’m just afraid it does not…
- Not what?
- Doctor, I’d rather… you know, it’s like when you replaced my boonga-boongas.
- Your what?
- My…
- Ah, you mean your alekto-testiculary device. Seriously?
- It’s just… I don’t feel a thing since you replaced it.
- How long do you work as my assistant, Rupert?
- It must be eighty-five years next month.
- You see? Did I ever betray you? Lie to you? Harm you?
- No, doctor, but… I want my boonga-boongas.
Dr W gently laid a hand on his minion’s shoulder.
- The feelings will come back. I promise. Your new heart will take care for that. As I said, it’s all biochemistry.
- If you say so, doctor.
- Trust me, Rupert. Be my masterpiece! The first of the coming race!
- Well…
The scientist clapped his hands.
- Now prepare the operation table while I’m mixing the narcotics. You know everything we need, right?

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