Stories have entered general circulation, concerning one of the things that goes bump in the night. Well, less a story, perhaps, than a description at this point, and a theory or two. Too little is actually known for it to be a story, as yet. Which is to say, when faced with a collection of facts, the average human wants very much to assign action and motivation, to create a story, to get a grip. But that act of creation does not make a truth. And we here want to discover the truth behind these things that go bump in the night.
I see the constellations wheeling overhead: the Badger, the Boar, the Thing With Tentacles On Its Face. The not so very enigmatic stars, put in place by an ancient alien race, long dead, which wanted us to know.
It is still early days in the World of Mad Science. Principles are yet being identified and tested, hypotheses and theories daily advanced and rejected. We are privileged today to stand silent, invisible witness to one such test, performed by none other than two giants of Science!, before they were great.
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The triple-layered, fire-hardened oaken doors to the Hanover Brothers’ chambers in the uppermost levels of the Dungeons beneath the Tower stood sealed and double locked. They opened for no one, not even the Dungeonmaster. But the Dungeon Wranglers were not away on one of their epic hunting trips. The iron-bound portal barely muffled a massive but indistinct ruckus; the Brothers were in, the doors locked solely for the safety of the other denizens of the Tower as they conducted yet another perilous experiment in the name of Science!
The young woman in the tight black turtleneck stopped short, her head swiveling as she sought the source of the comment, a ready comeback on her lips. But it was late; the park was empty. No playgroups, worn-out moms and sugar-fueled kids. No perverts with hidden cameras videoing awkward first dates. Not even a derelict, half-drunk on cheap wine, polluting a bench. That last in particular was unusual for the time of night. She shrugged with a little shiver, and started to walk more slowly onward.
“That’s the stuff! Come on. Take me home with ya!”
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