While clearing out the cellar to make room for more of my equipment, I found my late father's old journals... Inside, I read he had tried and failed countless times to create life from death. I decided to continue his work and do what he couldn't: play God.

Nearly two years and over forty attempts later... I have yet to succeed. This will be the last time before I abandon my father's work.

Now, I stand in my lab, a storm brewing outside in the early morning sky. Perfect. I strap down the patchwork body I have sewn from multiple stolen cadavers to the steel examining table, the wrapped-up form lifeless... for now, I hope. Then, hobbling over to a control panel of various switches and buttons, I flip a lever and crank a wheel to raise the subject towards multiple lightning rods pointing towards the center of my lab.

Thunder rumbles as I flip a few switches and put on my protective goggles with a red tint. Lightning cracks across the dark and cloudy sky... a flash and a zap... then I lower the body as the storm begins to pass. Its form remains motionless. I have failed, for the last time.

I sigh and turn away, and just as I am about to step down the stairs... I hear a grunt. Flipping around, I see my creation twitching. "Yes!" I cry out, nearly falling over in my haste to return. "It's alive!"