K-Azonica 0134 by 3-d-c
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Description
Meanwhile, four light-years away, on Nexus.
He didn’t wanted to believe it. He had locked the door to the laboratory. It began hours ago. But no, he would get it right again. The DNA was stable. He was sure. The empty boxes? Surely just an accident. The empty cryotubes? Probably just a joke. And this strange noise? The screams? May be just a military practice. His eyes stared through the microscope. He needed to find a solution! He heard the voices in his head himself. The Voice. Over and over again. It hurted, it itched. He wanted to pull his hair out. Get yourself together! He said to himself. He rested his head on his hand. Bited the teeth together. He screamed "McClosky, get yourself right!", the words echoed from the walls of the small office. Over and over something hammered at the door, scratching noises. And he heared them in the venting. Everywhere. They would come and get him!
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Zwischenzeitlich, vier Lichtjahre entfernt, auf der Station Nexus.
Er wollte es nicht glauben. Die Tuer zum Labor hatte er verriegelt. Es hatte vor einigen Stunden begonnen. Aber nein, er wuerde es wieder in Ordnung bringen. Die DNA war stabil. Er war sich sicher. Der zerstoerte Behaelter? Nein das war ein Zufall. Die leeren CryoTubes? Da musste sich jemand einen Scherz erlaubt haben. Und diese Geraeusche? Diese Schreie. Sicher nur eine Militaeruebung. Seine Augen starrten in das Mikroskop. Er musste eine Loesung finden! Er hoerte sie auch. Diese Stimme. Diese immerwiederkehrende Stimme in seinem Kopf. Es schmerzte. Es juckte. Er wollte sich die Haare ausreißen. Reiss dich zusammen! Sagte er sich immer wieder. Er stuetzte den Kopf auf die Hand. Biss die Zaehne zusammen. Er schrie. "McClosky, reiss Dich am Riemen!", die Worte halten von den Waenden des kleinen Bueros wieder. Immer wieder haemmerte etwas an der Tuer. Und er konnte es in den Waenden hoeren. Sie waren ueberall. Sie wuerden ihn holen!
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Comments (3)
fantastic scene and posing!! wonderful lighting!
eine möglichkeit wäre schizophrenie,aber ich tippe darauf dass eines seiner experimente unerwünschte nebenwirkungen hatte .
Wonderful work,