The problem was in his head. Brody was never certain about anything. He thought of himself as a young man, but it was an old thought … so maybe he was no longer young. When he was in kinder-garden he remembered being a girl, some sort of Princess who lived a charmed life in a castle, but it was only an image from a storybook he couldn’t forget. He was teased a lot in school because the thoughts in his head made him appear strange to other people. Brody no longer remembered most of the humiliation and bullying he suffered. He couldn’t remember how he survived or how he was able to go to college and earn a degree in bio-technology, cutting edge science that led to the advancements in tissue regeneration and life extension. As an adult, Brody still appeared strange. He recognized the signs of abhorrence on people’s faces whenever they saw him. He was never socially competent. Brody blamed his head … the thoughts in his head that always resulted in confusion. He identified too much with stories he saw on TV. Was he the soldier who shot all those people in Afghanistan? Wasn’t a soldier expected to shoot people? Some noise or disturbance would break into his confusion and his reality would shift to a more normal routine like working in the lab experimenting on rats, altering genes and creating hybrids with peculiar idiosyncrasies.
Brody was aware of effects caused by recent scientific breakthroughs like the Higgs Boson that opened a large black hole near Switzerland. A black hole would destroy the world … but Brody suddenly shifted his focus to the body he was cutting apart as part of his research for the Bio-Dynamics Corp. Doctor Mengalla was the CEO. He terrorized Brody. Mengalla took pleasure in humiliating him at staff meetings by calling everyone’s attention to Brody’s vacant stare and childish demeanor. The abuse only made Brody pay more attention to his work in the laboratory. Dr. Mengalla was aware of his effect on the young man. Brody was the doctor’s pet project.
Brody could never forgive himself for shooting all those people in the high school cafeteria. The food was terrible, but it wasn’t a good enough reason for the assault. Brody couldn’t forget the look in the eyes of his best friend, Phillip, as he pulled the trigger. His head problems were getting worse. The confusion was intense. He couldn’t focus on his work. He couldn’t move. Brody was paralyzed. Dr. Mengalla observed this new development in his pet project. He took notes on Brody — who was, now, just a head severed from a body, floating in a jar.