Frankenstein 2035

An Arctic Horror

De: Kev Freeman

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

A horror mystery suspense

It's 2035. Beta, a young Austrian scientist, seeks a cure for her only remaining family member, her disabled brother. She understands she his only hope. After being handed an old recipe for creating life, she accepts an invitation from a mysterious group to join other researchers at an arctic station in Nunavut, Canada. Meanwhile, in that same location, divers pull something, preserved by the almost freezing water, from a wreck which has lain at the bottom of the arctic ocean for more than 200 years.

At the station, the team reveal their specialties and find themselves connected in an experiment to restore the spirit of a man who has been dead for two centuries. The experiment soon spins out of control and a horrific sequence of events and personal discoveries erupt within the isolated research station. There is no escape amidst the fury of a freezing arctic storm.

How are the recent discovered elements of quantum-mechanics, geo-magnetic fields, fractal patterns and dark matter connected to galvanism and the human spirit? What are the motives of each of the team? Who is the organization? What links Beta to this mysterious group? Can anyone escape the fury of the arctic and its ancient spirits?

Chapter 1 Frankenstein 2035

Waiting

16:35 hrs. October 13th, 2035. Terror Bay, King William Island, Nunavut. Temperature 0 C.

Passive, the spirit waited and became aware again.

The vessel which once carried it, exhausted and vacant.

Seeking release those years ago, the spirit had urged its physical embodiment to accept the fate it was due. Lungs purging their air as the body jerked its last breath. Without escape the form had flailed, its gaping mouth gulping the suffocating waters, struggling to welcome them to fill the volume of its airways to the brim. Icy cold sea water percolating through hundreds of tiny alveoli, expelling any remnant of physical presence. Fingers clawed at walls, ceiling and door, the cage held firm.

In the darkness, the form had remained empty, paused. Frozen in place by its own choice. Stilled for a duration not less than nine times its age, each day noted. Measured by the turning of the Earth and the momentary passing of diffuse light as time crept slowly towards a closed destiny.

Now movement stirred the inert body. The sky playing brightly above its place of rest became energized. Stagnant, the cold, dark waters swirled and stirred around the limp form like a thick, well-worn overcoat. Not with current or action of tide but a moving, a rhythm synchronized with the invisible energy of the universe.

Invisible, a magnetism swelled in the atmosphere. Every cell, every muscle, nerve, and sinew became aware, remaining dormant but ready to react.

Silently, an elongated oval silhouette cast its shadow over the body’s place of captivity as it cut through the divide between water and air thirty feet above. Shimmering like a desert mirage against the sherbet rainbow beyond, its outline, filled with darkness, engulfed the last remnants of light which flittered around its edge like dying embers of an open fire. It knew within the object lay his salvation.

The body born once now welcomed a re-birth. Untethered, the orphaned spirit twisting within the multi-dimensional colored aurora as it waited, longing for a return to its home.

It was ready.