Why? Standing amid the disquieting remains of my lab that no longer felt as my own, but as if a mad scientist had sojourned it in my absence, I pondered in worried disgust at the many ethically questionable projects in place. Indeed, it was I who, not too long ago, was of a demented mind. In fact, I was the one responsible for these experiments, but the exact reason behind them now escaped me. I walked to one of the desks and picked up a piece of paper from the disheveled pile. Unfortunately, it offered little help in answering my questions.
"Just the scribblings of a lunatic..." I set the sheet down and wearily rubbed my fac