Dorothy: Book 4 Chapter 1

## Verse 1

"With the strings of explosions, train derailments, loose animals, and mysterious deaths, it seems we've been having a few too many incidents to call this a mere **disaster**. Wouldn't you agree?"

"I still think this is the work of **terrorists**. It must have been coordinated."

"You may have a point. What do you think, Professor?"

"This is no act of terrorism. The incidents lack coherence, and none of them appear to serve any real purpose."

"Hahaha. So do you suppose this is just coincidence, or perhaps a freak natural disaster?"

"No, it's much more than that. In other words — "

It's **plasma**!"

 More experiments at my disposal... Hehehe.

 Have I stumbled into heaven? There's so many samples!

 Wait. This isn't heaven...

 Didn't I die?

## Verse 2

"Don't forget about the large-scale electromagnetic interference. The cause must be plasma! There's no other logical explanation!" "Plasma..."

## Verse 3

"Don't you think that's a bit farfetched, Professor?" "Then how else would you explain it?" "My guess it's the result of solar flares."

## Verse 4

"Solar flares? Really?" "Simply put, solar flares are explosions that occur near sunspots, and there have been an extraordinary number of sunspots this year."

## Verse 5

"When a large-scale solar flare occurs, it causes environmental changes in space which in turn can damage satellites and such." "That does seem plausible."

## Verse 6

"It's not convincing enough to change my stance. I say it's still plasma!" "No, it's the work of solar flares." "It's turning into a heated discussion. We'll be back after these commercials."

## Verse 7

The TV from the street corner began to emit static noise. They're a bunch of dimwits. All their arguments are off. I laughed at how anyone can call themselves a professor nowadays.

## Verse 8

They've been stuck in the lab so long that their brains have rotted away. They need more fresh air. I feel sorry for them in a way.

## Verse 9

Yeah, it's sad. Poor things. They lack the brainpower to comprehend just how innovative my research is. What's the point of being a researcher when you can't perceive new possibilities?

## Verse 10

*Before*

I threw a punch at the shadowy **monster** in front of me.

"Yep, these guys are easy to kill."

I got the feeling, some of those I bashed were **human**.

But no one is going to care about the deaths of a few rioters.

The bigger problem was how this all **felt**.

All this blood, flesh, and bone was way too graphic to not be real.

"This sure doesn't feel like a dream..."

The research I was conducting before I died was to create a time machine that transcends time.

That included crossing into **other dimensions**.

So if I put two and two together, that might explain what's happening now...

 That could only mean my experiment...

 WAS A SUCCESS!

*After*

"It's plasma!"

"No, solar flares!"

"Um, we've received some breaking news.

It seems the **electromagnetic interference** thought to be the source of the current crisis was recorded to have started around the time of the first explosion in Tokyo.

The **apartment building** where the fire took place has been extinguished, and a large number of machines used in specialist research were found there.

No bodies were located in the room, and police are on the search for the **female scientist** who resided there..."

## Discordant Poem

My experiment was about to reach its peak, so I slept in the lab that night. On the TV, I tuned in to a group of wannabe scientist give their opinions on the series of disasters.

Everyone on campus was called and informed of a monster loose on the campus grounds. They closed off the gates and blocked anyone from leaving. The students were full of adrenaline, as if it was some sort of game.

The police were given access to the closed off campus. They approached me with questions regarding a woman I used to work with. Did she have something to do with this?