Does anyone else have this image in their head of these weird little scientist dudes, all with unkempt hair and mis-matched clothing, all harbouring deep anger towards society because they were picked on in school, in a subdued lighting, underground laboratory.
Now im guessing that no matter how new their laboratory is, the staircase creaks, the main door groans loudly when opened and there are pointless exposed electrodes, with electricity arcing between them at random times, doubtless there are lots of glass beakers, filled with all matter of bubbling liquids on bunson burners with steamy fumes drifting down the sides of the beakers.
Set high on the main wall, accessable only by a raised dais, will be a large bakelite handled copper guilotine style switch, as the lead scientist mounts the dais and makes his way towards "the switch" and destiny, the hand rubbing, twitch riddled, wittless minion scientists gather around, whilst aboveground clear skies are quickly darkened by the gathering storm clouds.
The caphony of noise from the minions reaches fever pitch, then ceases as he pulls the switch, immediateley the lights dim to near darkness, above ground lightning flashes and thunder rolls, the machine awakens and the scientist throws back his head and screams "LIFE, I'VE CREATED LIFE"
