Looking at Clark’s eerily convulsing body, Professor Granit closed his eyes, a lot of complicated emotions flashing through them.
This was the same bed that his one and only son lied down on, this was the same bed where his only son’s life was slowly snuffed out before his own eyes, this was the same process that led to his only son’s death.
“Magnus, Rose, I’m sorry”. Tears streaked down his face.
Just a few seconds later, he cleaned the tears from his face, the focused expectant look of a passionate researcher back on them.
Clark’s body kept convulsing at a rapid frequency as bloodcurdling screams kept on echoing from his mouth, filling the dome in a tense atmosphere of death like those in an execution ground.
This brought the Professor’s most frequently asked question again. Is this place really a research lab or is it an execution ground?
He could not think further as Clark’s scream interrupted his thought process.