Mad Scientist Journal: Spring 2017
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Wing removal from tooth fairies, discoveries of insect history, and Romantic poetry written by automatons. These are but some of the strange tales to be found in this book.
Mad Scientist Journal: Spring 2017 collects thirteen tales from the fictional worlds of mad science. For the discerning mad scientist reader, there are also pieces of fiction from Constance Flux, Shanan Winters, and Bobby Riahi. Readers will also find other resources for the budding mad scientist, including an advice column, horoscopes, and other brief messages from mad scientists.
Authors featured in this volume also include Marnie Azzarelli, Caroline von Schmalensee, Sarina Dorie, Dantzel Cherry, Edward Newton, Maureen Bowden, Hamilton Perez, Judith Field, E. B. Fischadler, Bobby O'Rourke, R. S. Pyne, Jon Hartless, Stuart Webb, Amanda Partridge, Andrew Browning, Andy Brown, Kate Elizabeth, and Torrey Podmajersky. Art by Luke Spooner, Errow Collins, Amanda Jones, Shannon Legler, Justine McGreevy, and Scarlett O'Hairdye.
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Mad Scientist Journal - DefCon One Publishing
Mad Scientist Journal: Spring 2017
Edited by Dawn Vogel and Jeremy Zimmerman
Cover Art and Layout by Luke Spooner
Copyright 2017 Jeremy Zimmerman, except where noted
Smashwords Edition
Stheno
is Copyright 2017 Marnie Azzarelli
A Gift of Life and Death
is Copyright 2017 Caroline von Schmalensee
Mrs. Hobgobble's Grade 5 Troll Homework: Tooth Fairy Experiments
is Copyright 2017 Sarina Dorie
Birthing Fire
is Copyright 2012 Dantzel Cherry
Waiting
is Copyright 2017 Eddie Newton
Lily in the Moonlight
is Copyright 2017 Maureen Bowden
Introduction to the Epic of Centipidus
is Copyright 2017 Hamilton Perez
The Fissure of Rolando
is Copyright 2015 Judith Field
The New OPEC
is Copyright 2017 E. B. Fischadler
Calvante's Maiden
is Copyright 2017 Bobby O'Rourke
Further Investigations on a New Giant Carnivorous Ostracod
is Copyright 2017 Rebecca Siân Pyne
The Fatalism of the Automatons
is Copyright 2017 Jon Hartless
A Date to be Remembered
is Copyright 2017 Stuart Webb
Calamine
is Copyright 2017 Constance Flux
Squid Uprising!
is Copyright 2017 Bobby Riahi
Prism
is Copyright 2017 Shanan Winters
Horrorscopes
is Copyright 2017 Kate Elizabeth
Ask Dr. Synthia
is Copyright 2017 Torrey Podmajersky
Lost Graduate Student,
For Sale (zombies),
Adoption Opportunity (Captain Pancake),
For Sale (spaceship),
For Escape Artists Only,
Grave Robbers Wanted,
Frantic Chemical Specialist Needed,
and Wanted (test subject)
are Copyright 2017 Andrew Browning
Give Late Loved Ones New Purpose,
Uncle Takahara's Immortality Brew,
Wanted: Research Assistant,
Wanted: Pest Control,
Missed Connection,
and Stolen Identity?
are Copyright 2017 Amanda Partridge
Discombobulator Guns For Sale
and Help Wanted
are Copyright 2017 Rebecca Siân Pyne
Captain Zorblast's Bucket Of Pranks,
Madame Salome's Escorts,
and Tarquin Soopah: Bespoke Tailor To The Discerning Gentleman
are Copyright 2017 Andy Brown
Art accompanying Stheno,
Lily in the Moonlight,
and The New OPEC,
are Copyright 2017 Luke Spooner
Art accompanying A Gift of Life and Death,
Birthing Fire,
Introduction to the Epic of Centipidus,
and Further Investigations on a New Giant Carnivorous Ostracod
are Copyright 2017 Shannon Legler
Art accompanying Mrs. Hobgobble's Grade 5 Troll Homework: Tooth Fairy Experiments
and Calvante's Maiden
are Copyright 2017 Errow Collins
Art accompanying Waiting
and The Fatalism of the Automatons
are Copyright 2017 Amanda Jones
Art accompanying The Fissure of Rolando
is Copyright 2017 Scarlett O'Hairdye
Art accompanying A Date to be Remembered
is Copyright 2017 Justine McGreevy
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Many thanks to Patreon backers Simone Cooper, Andrew Cherry, John Nienart, Torrey Podmajersky, and Michele Ray!
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Letter from the Guest Editor
ESSAYS
"Stheno" provided by Marnie Azzarelli
"A Gift of Life and Death" provided by Caroline von Schmalensee
"Mrs. Hobgobble's Grade 5 Troll Homework: Tooth Fairy Experiments" provided by Sarina Dorie
"Birthing Fire" provided by Dantzel Cherry
"Waiting" provided by Eddie Newton
"Lily in the Moonlight" provided by Maureen Bowden
"Introduction to the Epic of Centipidus" provided by Hamilton Perez
"The Fissure of Rolando" provided by Judith Field
"The New OPEC" provided by E. B. Fischadler
"Calvante's Maiden" provided by Bobby O'Rourke
"Further Investigations on a New Giant Carnivorous Ostracod" provided by Rebecca Siân Pyne
"The Fatalism of the Automatons" provided by Jon Hartless
"A Date to be Remembered" provided by Stuart Webb
FICTION
"Calamine" by Constance Flux
"Squid Uprising!" by Bobby Riahi
"Prism" by Shanan Winters
RESOURCES
Horrorscopes
provided by Kate Elizabeth
"Ask Dr. Synthia" provided by Torrey Podmajersky
Classifieds
ABOUT
Bios for Classifieds Authors
About the Editors
About the Artists
LETTER FROM THE GUEST EDITOR
by Malevelous Vile M.D., Ph.D., D.D.S.
Hello worms,
I've been asked to welcome you to this magazine. Presumably with some pleasant words about madness, science, whatever.
Instead, I would like to talk to you about teeth.
In my weapons program, I have been cultivating a way to use sonic beams to shatter all of the teeth in a person's mouth from up to five hundred yards away.
It is a very delicate bit of calibration. If you do it wrong, you could shatter the skull, and where's the fun in that? You can't see the look on their face if you do that. In fact, there isn't really a face.
Some people have said to me, Mally, why would you do such a thing? That's a lot of work just to destroy teeth.
And the answer is simple: it is fun. Without a certain joie de vivre, why bother putting on your hazmat suit every morning? Death is so easy to bring. Any idiot can build a bigger gun. But suffering? That's an art that gives meaning to an otherwise pointless existence as we drift ever onwards into entropy.
- MV
Dr. Vile studied medicine at the Harvard School of Law, impressing faculty and staff with his ruthless ability to coerce a medical degree out of the most unlikely of places. He is currently wanted in 27 countries for crimes against humanity and overdue parking tickets.
ESSAYS
STHENO
An essay by Stheno the Gorgon, as provided by Marnie Azzarelli
Art by Luke Spooner
"Brave soul, walking by herself in this neighborhood at night," the passenger in a gray mini-van commented to her driving friend as I crossed the intersection in front of them. They are more afraid of me than I am of them. I smiled, holding my hands within the confines of the dark, hooded sweatshirt I always wore, shivering a little to show how cold I was. It only mattered if they perceived I was cold, even if my breath didn't come out from under my hood in a puff of body heat.
I tried to walk too quickly for anyone to truly notice. But I needed someone to see. That lady driving home with her friend noticed. She was concerned, and a little disappointed that I would think walking around the South Side at night was a sound idea. Her worry and inevitable twinge of envy were unfounded on me. I have seen so many women like her, all the same, all scared of the endless dark sky that created shadows where the streetlights ended, hiding what needed to be hid from view. It is their enemy, and like all evil, there was an irresistible draw that tried to hide away.
I do not blame them. I was just the same once, but time has a habit of forgetting stories like mine. I walked farther down cracked sidewalks where weeds found new life in every split. The convenience store on Mulberry was open, its fluorescent lights cutting out a rectangular shape so cleanly against the night that the inside of the store looked like a living picture framed in black. The man behind the counter was surrounded by a Plexiglas cage, while more people in sweatshirts and thick coats picked up snacks and cigarettes. I crossed the street before I got too close to the glare, and made my way down the block.
Those women were right to rapidly drive away. The South Side functioned only as a part of town to pass quickly through, especially if you didn't belong on its streets. Most of the small shops that dotted the road I traveled down were either abandoned or fronts for many illicit practices, and shady
didn't truly capture the characters that walked around at night. It is dangerous for even the ones used to the place, but the disappearance of many girls had been its most recent issue. They were always out walking at night, when it was too cold and too dark for any act of bravery. They would be followed as they traversed the block and stolen at the corner, or chased until they were found somewhere else.
I bet that's why that woman made her comment. The ones who live away from this side of the city don't understand. While death is the ruler of this tiny hamlet, the ebbs and flow of gender, class, and race change its target. As time passes, predators find a new prey. The next day could prove to be the end of terror for young girls who liked to look at the night sky or buy a snack at the convenience store on their own, and I can only guess at who would be next.
I made it to the corner where the street lamp flickered and faded and found myself smiling through tight lips. The corner hotel was the most beautiful place in the area. Well, beautiful to me. Down in town, the buildings were much larger and grander, and as they grew, the South Side shrank with all the money funneling into the center of town.
But the building I loved wasn't so fancy or expensive. Shaped like a tall brick box a couple of stories high, its only adornments were the windows on each floor as square as the building itself, and a large wooden door in the middle. A sign hung from a post above it, a large lit square with the visage of a big smiling cat covering it completely. The Laughing Lion Hotel, covered in ages of dirt and ivy, was the only place I cared about in the world. I had never truly gone through its front door or visited the bar off to its side that always seemed busy, and I never dared to slip into its private rooms to witness the many private things that went on in them, but I loved it just the same. Making my way to the corner, I walked by the lovely building, whose two sidewalk trees always covered it up from most of the neighborhood. And as I strode by, I dared to take a hand out of my pocket and raked my long nails across its outer wall, where the moss and grime released the scent of its age. It reminded of a home I missed.
I turned the corner and went around to the back of the hotel, where a derelict building across the darkened alley hid a drug den and housed the homeless where a smashed streetlamp gave them a little privacy. I started down the alleyway behind my beloved when laughter forced me to shake my shoulders and jump back to where the light from the corner still hit.
There is one thing in this world that will always stay the same: a man who wishes to do a woman harm will always present himself in the most ridiculous way possible. I saw his smile first as he tore himself away from the shadows. It was large and white. In a different setting, his smile would charm, cajole, engage, seduce. But at night, it had a different effect. It couldn't cover his intense smell that radiated off of him like hot pavement. He didn't seem to have a home indoors with running water, or so he wanted me to think.
That stench no more belonged to him than it did me. His body, tall and lithe, moved closer to mine, and I could truly smell him underneath his clothes. He was clean and sharp. No scent of sweat or years of awful hygiene. When the light fully revealed his face, his eyes glowed deep amber, and I could see dirt smeared on his face. It was all too deliberate--his skin shined beneath the filth, and the cap that supposedly hid his glossy hair was just as deliberate. They were truly all the same.
He barely spoke above a whisper, the sound starting somewhere deep in his body only to bounce lightly off of those perfect teeth. What a brave soul you are.
I ran.
Past the hotel, past the convenience store, past the intersection. I glided, I flew. I could feel him two steps behind me. The scent from the clothes he stole filled my nose. I made it down one more street, only to stop in front of a working street light right in front of an alleyway. It was another perfect spot for him. I beat the breath out of my lungs, let my eyes widen, shook my shoulders, and twisted my head while spinning around. I was the face of abject terror. My sisters would be proud.
He stopped at the edge of the light, and I pretended not to notice. He chuckled again, throwing his voice so it bounced all around me. I panicked a little more and turned away from him. I couldn't hold it back any longer. My shoulders shrugged and my chest heaved. Water came forth from my eyes, and I made a mewling sound that would break any man's heart. Inside, I was laughing, and laughing, and laughing. I was so brave.
I knelt, letting my laughter take me to deeper states of despair, the sounds of my choking sobs covering up the sounds of his footsteps from behind. I was so brave to let him come closer and closer, hearing that large smile curl the edges of his lips as he exposed his gums to release the fangs that lived there. Sharp and fresh. Before he could even think of lunging, I turned and fell on him, throwing him into the alley only to straddle his flailing form.
I slammed his steel-strong shoulder against the pavement, snapping it as he