Frankenstein's Bastard Child

Volume 1

Alice Vulcanstein age 18. Wait no take that back 19, birthday was last month, or maybe the month after that. What else, I could lie and say my life is going fine. I'm like what? 20 now? I could have a steady well paying job, a nice apartment filled with memories from my childhood, a warm meal on the table waiting for me when I got home from my tedious but rewarding job. But I'm not that whatever that is you're thinking. I'm just blind drunk basking in the glorious mourning sun. Wait pfft "mourning" haha I said mourning instead of morning that is just so funny! I wonder if the world would laugh if it knew those were my last words. I mean who knows really. I can barely walk and I'm pretty high up. It only takes a second and a couple steps for me to fall to my death in the most tragic yet hilarious way possible. Seeing as how I, Alice Vulcanstein, am currently living on the very top of the glorious feat of industrial world peace, the "Steel Towers"!!! Over $3 trillion put into hundreds of tower like sculptures spread all over the world to signify how in a way through the towers we're all connected. Who was the piss baby that came up with the name steel towers? Unimaginative dork should be shoved in a locker. Anyway I live on one, despite it just being an art sculpture it's got some pretty sketchy looking air ducts I use to climb up here. Sort of like a hideaway situation, anything I need in terms of food and water I either steal or grow myself. My specialty is grapes and so to occupy the long nights and longer days I've made wine my ever loving mistress relieving me of my pain and sorrows. My life isn't perfect I'll admit but I'm well fed, I'm fully clothed and I live here and not in the city slums. The diseases and famine that has plagued Iceland over the years had brought about a new kind of social Darwinism amongst its glittering socialites. For every ten families just scraping by, six got vaccinated. The other four would be moved to the slums for "quarantine". Just as much as people believed in one for all and all for one right now it was looking more and more like it was going to end up being one for a and all for nothing. I guess I can't complain now that it's all over. My life will probably be flashing before my eyes soon because, well to put it simply, the ceiling underneath me caved in and now I'll be falling to the bottom level soon. I probably won't survive the impact. I'm not really sure what to say next. I don't have a lot of regrets but maybe it would have been nice to see my cat again.

Those were the final thoughts of Alice Vulcanstein as she fell 30 stories finally reaching the ground at 9:15 am. And at 9:20 am her current heart rate would reach 113 bpm.