And there I stood beholding it icy glory. Er.. Or lack of it. It was just a square white building. White against more white, surely it couldnt stand out in Antartica, where everything is ice over snow over more ice and snow. Sometimes you'd even get the mix of icy snow or snowy ice. But my point is, its all white, all of it. For no reason other than that it happened to be the nature scheme around here.
Sometimes you'd see a dark grey blob of a penguin or seal but other than that, this place was lifeless, as if it were an alien planet, completely different from the normal world. Wait a sec.. Did penguins even live in Antartica? I guess we'll never know.
But focussing back on whats in front of us here. This building, supposedly 'The Most Famous Laboratory You've Never Heard Of.' Or at least thats what the lady who brought me here said.
Which brings up an interesting question, why am I here? Me of all people? I'm not some scientist in search of the answers to all the worlds questions which can be answered in the simple shape of a snow flake. Not a Chaos theorist that will use that same snowflake to study the The Golden Ratio. What does that have to do with snowflakes? I dont know, I'm not a Chaos theorist.
As I get closer to this building, I realise something. This is not just one building, its like seven, all blending in with the landscape so perfectly that no one would notice it. Not unless they squinted really hard at it, like I'm doing now.
Well thats just genuis, in my opinion anyways. But since when did the opinion of a nineteen year old boy, who by all rights should have never existed in the first place, count? Never, I know.
And then something hit me. Why was I out here, when I could be inside; where, hopefully, its warmer? See, I didn't know either. So I get to this door, its taller than me, which is not hard, and looks to be steel covered snow. I couldn't see any sort of button or panel, so I knocked. And waited.
And waited longer.
Whilst I was preparing myself for the long walk back to the plane, the door creaked, literally creaked, open. As if it were an open door in a normal house or something. Well, things like that only meant one of two things. One: Theres a ghost in there. Or, two: Theres a dead body.
I had to see exactly which one of my theories was correct, if they were at all. So I did what every self respecting teenager would do, I walked right in like it was my house.
I'm really upset that I did because three steps in, I fell down a flight of stairs. Who puts a flight of stairs literally three steps from the front door!?
This guy did. And by this guy, I mean the man standing in front of me. He's got that crazy, old guy thing going on. That hair, in addition to being white as the snow outside, is crazy. He's a skinny tall dude. Like the Doctor from Back To The Future, thats who I'm immediately reminded of. And I would like to think of that as a compliment to this guy. Because everything else about him is just weird. He keeps twitching and wriging his hands together and looking at that hammer on the table like he's seriously contemplating killing me with it. I mean, I know I'm in the wrong here, but thats completely uncalled for. I really don't think I could afford to take in my surrounding because of how this guy looks. But from the corners of my eyes, I can see all sorts of things that would be really fun to mess with.
I was shaken out my thoughts as the man cleared his throat. I looked at him, or focussed because I was already looking at him. And he said in the clearest, calmest voice I'd ever heard from a person.
"Welcome to my laboratory, Mr Andrews."
How did he know my name!?
