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Hi, I’m Victor Frankenstein and Welcome to Jackass (Build-a-Bitch)
So technically, even though it’s more trouble than it’s worth, could the Modern Prometheus actually work?
There are a few things I’ve considered regarding the subject:
In order to galvanise the body to life, the death would need to be prolonged. It’s highly unethical but possible if the basic parts were rigged to life support?
Grafting new limbs onto the body would have a high chance of rejection unless care was taken to find suitable matches, and even then would they still work?
Stopping the other organs from shutting down would probably be really tedious and I don’t know if the person would die from shock due to having all of their organs replaced?
If there was a way to transplant a new brain into the body, would it assume an entirely new consciousness, or would it retain all of its knowledge and memories?
Wouldn’t the creation have to be constantly jacked up on stem cells? Also, they would have to have their immune system nerfed and live essentially in a protective bubble for everything to take, right?
Would they use they/them pronouns because, y’know, they’re several people stitched together
The above was a silly question but also this isn’t even considering that this would require modern technology. It wouldn’t be able to happen with victorian technology.
That’s all, folks.
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Sometimes I'm terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
Edgar Allan Poe
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Being into gothic horror is wild, because you’ll look up the reviews/public opinion on a book and all the posts will be like “ugh, this was insufferable. The main character was the most melodramatic whiny narcissist cunt who’s perspective I’ve ever had the displeasure of following. When the main character wasn’t whining, it was just pages and pages of the most useless boring shit describing stupid landscapes over and over again. Boring and insufferable to read.”
And then you’ll get the book and read it and it’ll be like “Hi, I’m gothic protagonist. My entire family got brutally murdered by an unknown person and I also got horrifically abused as a child and struggle with severe mental illness, and now there’s unholy paranormal forces at work all against me, but at least I have the love of my life and my closest friends who I’d kill and die for and they’d do the same for me. Even though I’m cripplingly psychologically unwell and severely burdened with the mass of terrible things in my past, I’m going to figure out and track down the thing that killed my family and seek to destroy it, whilst poetically mirroring my suffering with the most beautiful and profound descriptions of the nature around me that you’ve ever read, contrasting the horror of nature with the beauty and goodness of it and giving you an existential crisis. This book is going to make you so ridiculously attached to these characters and change your whole perception of the life you lead.”
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“When I run over the frightful catalogue of my sins, I cannot believe that I am the same creature whose thoughts were once filled with sublime and transcendent visions of the beauty and the majesty of goodness. But it is even so; the fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.”
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