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Okay. There's weird, and then there's weird. Today? Definitely falls under the latter category. Yesterday, a guy died – poisoned, which isn't exactly common, but still, just another Tuesday – and so this afternoon, we go to check out some of his colleagues, right? He was a scientist, they're scientists, and I have experience with that (kinda), so I figure this should be a piece of cake, right? Wrong. When we get to the lab, these three other scientists are dead, too. Kinda look like they'd been electrocuted. Which is strange, 'cause no one can explain it. Suddenly my Wednesday is much more interesting than my Tuesday, and I have got a very bad feeling about this.
So, I find one of the guy's research on his desk, and I skim through it. Turns out they were all working on a building some kind of organic computer with living neurons and stem cells from fish, and apparently they were successful, because I'm... pretty sure this computer killed 'em. I mean, I found it, and it was the only thing in the lab still running, and it was creepy, so I – well. I knocked it over, accidentally on purpose. Which makes me look bad, officially, but come on, seriously? How am I supposed to tell my lieutenant that some kind of living, breathing computer somehow managed to kill four scientists without breaking a sweat? I'd get laughed out of my badge. I like my job too much for that to happen.
You know, some days, I really miss working with a Fringe division. Days like today? Not so much. At least the crackpots' notes are safely tucked away in evidence now. God only knows what they were thinking, making something like that. Isn't anybody up on their Frankenstein these days?
So, I find one of the guy's research on his desk, and I skim through it. Turns out they were all working on a building some kind of organic computer with living neurons and stem cells from fish, and apparently they were successful, because I'm... pretty sure this computer killed 'em. I mean, I found it, and it was the only thing in the lab still running, and it was creepy, so I – well. I knocked it over, accidentally on purpose. Which makes me look bad, officially, but come on, seriously? How am I supposed to tell my lieutenant that some kind of living, breathing computer somehow managed to kill four scientists without breaking a sweat? I'd get laughed out of my badge. I like my job too much for that to happen.
You know, some days, I really miss working with a Fringe division. Days like today? Not so much. At least the crackpots' notes are safely tucked away in evidence now. God only knows what they were thinking, making something like that. Isn't anybody up on their Frankenstein these days?
