Upon the Generation of Life

by Victor Frankenstein

By: Kev Freeman

Narrated by: Virtual Voice

A short story companion to Frankenstein or the Modern Prometheus by Mary Shelley, and Frankenstein 2035 by Kev Freeman.

The journal written by Victor Frankenstein recording his final experiments leading to the recipe and creation of life.

Experimentation and Findings of the Indulgence of Animal Electricity within the Stature of Man.

I begin this journal with the anticipation that these records of my endeavors will sometime provide others with a foundation for further experimentation into the remarkability of the human spirit.
Victor Frankenstein, September, 1792.

Victor Frankenstein studied at the University of Ingolstadt searching for the secret of life. This is his lost journal, found again to be used in 2035 future to create life. A recipe founded on the work of Dr Willis (Animal Electricity) and Luigi Galvani (Bioelectricity). Galvani's report of his investigations were mentioned specifically by Mary Shelley as part of the summer reading list leading up to an ad hoc ghost story contest on a rainy day in Switzerland. Shelley does not mention Victor Frankenstein's methodology for successfully creating life in his monster.

This document outlines Victor's research into alchemy and experiments leading up to his recipe for infusion of the spirit to the body as its vessel.

The journal is used by a research scientist in a novel set in the arctic - titled Frankenstein 2035.

October 8th, 1792

Greater than two years have passed since I entered this university. Then my arms ached, loaded with the additional reading materials recommended by M. Waldman as I first stepped with trepidation towards the stairs to the lofty height of what would become my space. A dark, empty, and cold room which sat above all other accommodation.
Now the same space is my working laboratory, its volume filled with equipment gathered as a result of my studies and learning. My competency regarding the operation of these various machines and equipment grows day by day, and in some respects excels that of my tutors.

Along my walls bookshelves sit full of great works. Writings and episodes which reveal in their pages the secrets of the physical world. Some who read this document may still refer to such as nothing more than the fancied imagination of alchemic stupor.

The found works of Paracelsus, Albertus Magus, Sun Simiao and Nicholas Flamel, which I continue to read with unrelenting vigor. They are more value than their weight, their texts pull back the shadowy veil which blinds us all.
For all this time destiny has continued to add to the many hours spent attending lectures and then also to my own studies.

This morning, I climb the stairs to my laboratory with a newfound energy and nervous excitement. My steps no longer reluctant, my desire to test my theory against the supposed laws of the physical realm. It is today that I’m convinced I enter the final weeks of my discovery. The deepest mysteries of creation will soon open with a revelation to shake the foundation of human perception.

Progress, like scaling the most difficult mountainside is made with the knowledge failure will, without pause, propel many adventurers to the edge of the precipice, success will lead a few to the summit.

A culmination of sometimes coincidental events continues to encourage my effort. Only this last evening, I garnered welcome gains through the reading of a work, placed into my possession by invisible hands.

I suspect the book was deposited at my door by Waldman or one of his secretive acquaintances, the shadows who scurry around his quarters at late hours of the day. I hear mention of a secret society which follows Dean Weishaupt and infiltrates the university. There are murmurs of the King’s displeasure at such interference...