The sound of a dozen buzzing bone saws beat into my head, roaring through my ears. Sound waves bounced off of tiles and ricocheted off of the metal tanks, magnifying themselves until the sound was downright painful.
“Earplugs. I need earplugs,” I muttered.
“What?” My tank mate asked, almost yelling.
“Nothing!” I yelled back. “Nothing…”
The smell of charred bone permeated the lab and all of the shiny metal surfaces, even the floor, were littered with the dust and fragments of skulls.
By this point in the game, we were not even phased. None of us. Another day in gross anatomy.
We had managed to dissect the scalp off of our cadaver and it was peeled down over what remained of his eyes and ears. I was wielding the bone saw, ready to attack the calvarium.
I wore a mask, trying not to breath in the dust.
Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease is carried in these tissues. They didn’t tell anyone about that. But I know. Just what I need. A prion disease. Madness. Death. That would be fun a fun way to waste $100,000.
I said a little prayer, then got to it.
Cutting through a skull is a lot like trying to cut a piece of ripe fruit in half. The cut line never seems to meet up on the other side and it is always messier than expected.
Eventually it was done.
I grabbed a pair of forceps and wedged the handle end into the cut, twisting, moving around the cranium until the top came off.
There was the brain peeking out over the top. Not a single nick on the gray matter.
We all paused for a moment out of reverence.
The holy grail.
A few extra slices with the scalpel and I was holding a human brain in my hands. We passed it around.
It was heavier than I expected.
This was what all of our hopes and dreams, memories and thoughts become in the end? A lump of dull, bland, lifeless mush?
And if you are lucky, someone will cradle it in their hands and learn from it.
I decided then that someday my body would lie here. In this room or one like it somewhere else.
I want to become immortal.