No other singular moment has served to open my eyes as much as watching Mrs. Wickers

stumble into the room.

Her body swayed back and forth, the body so torn up I thought that she crawled through

broken glass to reach us.

The collective silence of me and my colleagues as she begged us to make it stop, to undo

what we had done.

That moment and everything that followed it made me realize that science has no limits.

It will relentlessly chase after anything it doesn't fully understand.

It doesn't matter if something needs to be fixed or discovered.

Science is hungry and an unforgiving animal.

Science has seen many roads to hell pay with good intentions, including the one me and

three other researchers walk down.

It was in college that I first noticed my mother's mental state deteriorating.

She would forget my name all the time, she would attempt to call me but end up with

a handful of wrong numbers before realizing I was sitting right next to her.

Worst of all was the visions she had.

It just gets a frenzy and it was a mild case.

When her faculties started shutting down it, it attacked.

She would claim there was a horde of flies in the ceiling when we were outdoors and asked

me who my friend was when it was just us.

It was hard to watch, hard to experience, it got worse and worse until it all came to

an end.

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