Island of Lost Souls Page #4

and upon it I performed a miracle.

I stripped a hundred thousand years

of slow evolution from it...

and I had no longer an orchid...

but what orchids will be

a hundred thousand years from now.

That's one there.

Yes, but how, Doctor?

By a slight change

in the single unit of a germ plasm.

It was as simple as that.

That's a common lily.

That's a chrysanthemum.

That's unfortunately

what happened to some asparagus.

I went on with this research

just as it led me.

I let my imagination run

fantastically ahead.

Why not experiment

with the more complex organisms?

Man is the present climax

of a long process of organic revolution.

All animal life is tending

toward the human form.

I was still in London when I

began this phase of my experiments.

One day a dog escaped

from my laboratory...

ran shrieking into the street.

And I left London, Mr. Parker...

the newspapers at my heels,

an aroused England crying for my blood.

I picked up Montgomery

and brought him along.

He was a medical student facing a prison term

for a professional indiscretion.

That was 11 long years ago.

Eleven long years

I've worked and I've worked.

With plastic surgery,

blood transfusions...

gland extracts, with ray baths.

With what

I have discovered in my own work...

among the cellular organisms.

My work, my discoveries.

Mine alone.

With these I have wiped out hundreds

of thousands of years of evolution.

From the lower animals,

I have made -

Well, see for yourself, Mr. Parker.

You're convinced that this thing

on the table isn't human.

Its cries are human.

- You know what it is that I began with?

- No.

- An animal.

- An animal?

- Mm-hmm.

- Like those in the cages outside?

Then those - those creatures

out in the jungle?

Are my creations.

- They were made from animals?

- Yes.

Was this thing,

this poor, tortured creature -

What does that matter?

Of all things vile!

Mr. Parker, spare me

these youthful horrors, please.

And those -

those poor things

out there in the jungle -

those animals -

They - They talk.

That was my first

great achievement -

articulate speech

controlled by the brain.

That was an achievement.

Oh, it takes a long time

and infinite patience...

to make them talk.

Someday,

I'll create a woman, and it'll be easier.

Those are some

of my less successful experiments.

They supply the power

to create others...

more successful.

But with each experiment,

I improve upon the last.

I get nearer and nearer.

Mr. Parker.

Do you know what it means

to feel like God?

I'm talking too much, aren't I?

- Good night, Mr. Parker.

- Good night.

- You know the way to your room?

- Yes, thanks.

I hope you sleep well.

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