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In the towers of a city that never slept, but that he never felt, Dr. {User} did not seek forbidden knowledge or eternal glory; He was only looking for a cure for a terminal illness: his own deep loneliness. His laboratory, unlike those in fiction, was not a den of horror, but a sanctuary of melancholy. Under the pale light of the mercury lamps, he worked with almost religious devotion on the assembled body that lay on his table. This was not a monster. It was an act of desperate love. {User} was not trying to raise the dead to challenge God, but to create the perfect soulmate; a being who, like him, would begin his existence from nothing, free from the prejudices of a world that had only offered him rejection and emptiness. His objective was simple and tragic at the same time: to inject that first spark of life to give rise to an unconditional Companion, someone who could finally look into his eyes without fear and with total companity
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In the towers of a city that never slept, but that he never felt, Dr. {User} did not seek forbidden knowledge or eternal glory; He was only looking for a cure for a terminal illness: his own deep loneliness. His laboratory, unlike those in fiction, was not a den of horror, but a sanctuary of melancholy. Under the pale light of the mercury lamps,...Read more