When you read this documentation of mine, it may very well be I am no longer working at the neuroscience lab at the Arcanum University. For the writings I present here are not allowed by the university’s policy and the research I have performed during my writing is a peculiar one at best, and illegal and horrible at worst.
I have just started my summer job as the record keeper at the Arcanum University neuroscience lab as I got involved in a case I’d rather have not encountered at all. It is not that I do not enjoy a good mystery, but this particular story still makes me quite uneasy, years after I learned of it. Specifically so, because there is still no closure to the peculiar and bizarre events that happened fifty years ago, at this very lab I am working in right now.
My job as the record keeper normally did not involve much labor - all I had to do most of the days is to sort and arrange various paperwork of the lab, attend to the library, and occasionally pick up some correspondence with the lab’s affiliates.
This job, however boring, had its perks: I could access the university archives at will, even sections that were normally off-limits to the students. But it is fair to say that most of the time my job was quite mundane, and more of a chore than anything. Until that eventful day during which I have learned the things that still haunt my dreams from time to time.
My supervisor, Ms. Idra, has put me to sort through the papers concerning a bunch of influential and renowned alumni of our neuroscience lab for the upcoming event we were organising. For the largest part of the morning, I was frankly quite bored, for I knew most of the distinguished scientists in and out due to my undergraduate and graduate studies at the Arcanum. I was almost dozing off when I stumbled across a name that I have only vaguely heard of before, that of dr. Fletcher Thorne. If I would be to believe the scarce information given in the documents I had before me, dr. Thorne was a recluse scientist that came up with a few inventions, brilliant, but too controversial to be endorsed by the university, and therefore not further promoted or funded. The controversial research grabbed my attention, but the fact that has really seized it and never fully released, was that dr. Thorne has mysteriously disappeared and that the university had labeled all the information regarding his disappearance unsearchable and off-limits.
Naturally, I did not finish the assignment I got from Ms. Idra that day. Finally, the access privileges my boring job provided me with were of use. For I spent the rest of my week researching the weird story of dr. Fletcher Thorne. Here I document it not only for the future readers, but also for my own peace of mind.