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Dr. Walden had been a sixty-seven year old man, a First World War veteran and a respected surgeon until his supposed madness. All of that goodwill, all of that funding, all of that support seemed to evaporate when he proposed a series of neurological experiments, ones that could seriously increase the lifespan of at least certain people. He was balked at, regulated to the fringes of his work, all of his resources cut off.

Well, he thought as he leaned against the couch and took a sip of his drink, if they thought that would stop him, they were sorely mistaken. See, he had figured out a way to embezzle funds at his job and managed to get a handful of people around him who were both intrigued by his ideas and had the skillsets that he required. Soon after he had gotten all the necessary pieces together, he could begin.

His first few experiments were proof-of-concepts, not done on a living person and done with the upmost secrecy. All of that was about techniques, what equipment was needed, the factors that would come into play with something so delicate.

It wasn't until the ninth experiment that they found their first true subjects, a man whose brain was awash in whatever his drink of choice was and a woman who they convinced needed to come with them for a specialized head examination. To their shock, their experiment went off without a hitch and despite her eventual institutionalization (she did claim to be a woman's brain in man's body, after all!) medically it went very well.

They did several more along the same lines and decided to try their hand at doing a brain transplant between two healthy subjects. That, they found, ended in failure, with both patients dying. during surgery.

He was vexed at how that went and was preparing to try again but a new situation emerged that required his attention first. He found his liver was failing and that he wouldn't have much longer.

He also laughed at that. Oh, he'd be around a lot longer. Lucky for him, he had a back-up plan. He knew a man, a wealthy man who was involved in funding his research but didn't want to be personally involved in the medical aspect of it. He also knew that him and his wife did not see eye-to-eye on many things, this included. How she knew the doctor didn't speculate on but he had a solution that would solve enough of the problems.

Now here he was, waiting for his "husband" to come home, always happy to see her big, strong, handsome man. He'd be the cute, prancing wife to him, going to every function, hanging on that muscular arm, being seen with him and doing everything a good wife should do. In return, he'd get to spend his nights doing his research, perfecting his techniques and methods and finally cracking how to perform a brain transplant between two healthy people.

He took another sip and heard a car pull up. Showtime.