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From a few weeks back, sometime after 12 AM on April 23rd, my experiments failed again.
This was precisely the moment I finally lost my patience with my studies.
Science is what drives me, yet it seemed that all I had done was drive up against a wall.
My Voxola PR-76 radio had been left silent up until that point, for I was unable to find any suitable music that morning and had merely turned the dial until only static emitted. I found it more appealing than the deafening silence, at least.
One could imagine my surprise as it suddenly spoke out to me, acknowledging my troubled state.
"Say pal, looks like you're having some trouble!"
I was initially more intrigued by how I managed to accidentally tune into this frequency, (evidently a display of the Voxola's unparalleled range) yet it's following words would have hooked any true scientist.
"I have secret knowledge I can share with you... if you think you are ready for it."
Yet, perhaps I should have turned back at the moment the radio directly responded to me, and showed that this truly was no ordinary radio advertisement. I readily accepted the voice's offer, as any true seeker of knowledge would...
Not because I was desperate- this was a purely scientific action, I assure you.
In fact, it delivered on what it promised quite quickly. A dizzying array of formulas, designs, and axioms poured into my mind, each one expanding my grasp of the true laws of the universe.
The moment when it all clicked was a sensation like any other.
From thenceforth I toiled endlessly, seeking to bring forth these machinations to existence. I was truly the embodiement of the mad scientist, and the voice upon the radio didn't even need to guide my hand.
Although, the part where it required blood sacrifice was most likely the point I should have questioned what I was doing. I think most deranged scientists would, at least.
In short time, my machinations were complete.
The fiendish construct lurched to life upon being given the breath of electricity, shaking the very foundations of my lab...
...and with a maniacal cackling filling the air, I was dragged into an abyss.
In that darkness, it felt as if I spent an eternity in limbo, yet simultaneously feeling as if it had just happened moments ago.
In my last few moments in the abyss, I heard an unknown, yet all-too-familiar voice calling out to me. Had it not been for these recent events in my life, I would have dismissed this as figments created by a half-conscious brain. But I realize now that this was the first time I had truly been conscious since that fateful day.
"Say pal, you don't look so good."
"You better find something to eat before night comes!"
And with a sound like the clap of thunder, Wilson P. Higgsbury awakens...
...In a quaint grass field to the sound of birds. No civilization in sight, nothing to my name but the clothes upon my back and my superb wit.
All in all, this isn't the worst birthday present I've ever recieved.