The human brain—a cruel, complex machine—hiding a broad variety of the electromagnetic spectrum and the like behind a curtain of filters, and as much as I implored to see beyond it I feared I would regret my daring wish. Every wavelength you see is a sliver of reality, in a steady input of data limited by your nervous system; every emotion a feeble drug, an ephemeral reaction to those slivers you witness and experience. But my intervention has become such a time-consuming focus, one which involves the careful, precise reconstruction of central nerves and the limbic system, specifically the hypothalamus, which I realized should play a major role, if this is to become accepted by fellow surgeons; but as the beginning of my experimental journey progressed, it was futile. And it ultimately became clear to me I made the mistake of severing specific parts of the brain which were necessary to the motion of limbs and the act of speech, thus making my earliest patients lazy vegetables. And they were, once, living creatures. This was no longer a sustainable life, so I was swift to end them there; they couldn't speak no longer, but the widened eyes bulging from their ashen faces revealed agony which I never even contemplated. I struggle to imagine and perhaps grasp exactly what they witnessed. But I digress—I ruined the future of these hapless souls. Perhaps I shall warn you to mistrust me, but despite how disreputable I've potentially made myself out to be, why must any conscious creature grasp that pitiful sliver of life and live to never see what's beneath the veil? I've gathered such unmistakable evidence that it had glared upon us for decades!
