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Now becomes the the past in an instant - and everyone will eventually die! Destiny triumphs over human knowledge and goes mad! That
is the way of things! I spit
upon this frail, crazed, world! I spit
upon the Second Law of Thermodynamics!
You must be that "mad scientist" we're always hearing about... T.O. Morrow:
I'll have you know I studied mad science at Harvard
, you oaf! Both: Ha ha ha ha ha!
The point is, with the right amount of genius and a touch of perceived insanity, science can conquer anything.
a mad scientist! Why does everyone
think I'm a mad scientist?
"Do you think I am merely another mad scientist incapable of assuring his gravy train by conning the military into funding a grossly-overpriced weapons project?"
Film - Animated
I'm not a quack, I'm a mad scientist!
There's a difference.
Captain Gantu: Place that idiot scientist under arrest!
Film - Live-Action
Dangerous? Poor old Waldman. Have you never wanted to do anything that was dangerous? Where should we be if no one tried to find out what lies beyond? Have you never wanted to look beyond the clouds and the stars, or to know what causes the trees to bud? And what changes the darkness into light? But if you talk like that, people call you crazy. Well, if I could discover just one of these things, what eternity is, for example, I wouldn't care if they did think I was crazy.
"Blasphemy?" Before what, "God?" A God repulsed by the miserable humanity he created in his own image? I will not be shackled by the failures of your
God. The only "blasphemy" is to wallow in insignificance! I have taken the refuse of your God's failures, and I have triumphed!
Ben Grimm: Reed, you're insane.
"You are acting like we are engaged in some kind of mad science. But we are doing what we have done from the beginning. Nothing in Jurassic World is natural! We have always filled gaps in the genome with the DNA of other animals. And, if their genetic code was pure, many of them would look quite different. But you didn't ask for reality. You asked for more teeth.
Isn't it worth the loss of a hand to have created the man of the future, the MACHINE
Some would call it a blasphemous kind of alchemy. I would say: it's messy work, with lots of mistakes.
So, come up to the lab and see what's on the slab
I see you shiver with antici... pation!
But, maybe the rain isn't really to blame
So, I'll remove the cause... BUT NOT THE SYMPTOM!
You've broken all the laws of man, Luthor
. Now it looks as though you've broken all the laws of nature, too.
Mad? Is one who has solved the secret of life to be considered mad?
Dr. Alexander Thorkel
: Are we then country doctors? You do not realize what we have here. In our very hands, we have the cosmic force of creation itself. In our very hands, we can shape life, take it apart, put it together again, mould it like putty. Dr. Mendoza
: But what you are doing is mad. It is diabolic! You are tampering with powers reserved to God. Thorkel
: That is good. That is very good. That is just what I am doing.
"He's a very strange man, abnormally secretive about his experiments, and now for two years he's buried himself in a camp in the Amazon jungle. Who knows what his mental state may be?"
on Dr. Alexander Thorkel
, Dr. Cyclops
"Your knowledge of scientific biological transmogrification is only outmatched by your zest for kung-fu treachery!"
The man who believes that the secrets of the world are forever hidden lives in mystery and fear. Superstition will drag him down. The rain will erode the deeds of his life. But that man who sets himself the task of singling out the thread of order from the tapestry will by the decision alone have taken charge of the world and it is only by such taking charge that he will effect a way to dictate the terms of his own fate.
Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence- whether much that is glorious- whether all that is profound- does not spring from disease of thought - from moods
of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.
I remember those nights, planning technologies that didn't exist yet, outsider science, futurist dreaming, half-magical. The things I could do outside the university setting, now that I didn't have to wait for the pompous fools at the college! I was building another science, my science, wild science, robots and lasers and disembodied brains. A science that buzzed and glowed; it wanted to do things. It could get up and walk, fly, fight, sprout garish glowing creations in the remotest parts of the world, domes and towers and architectural fever dreams. And it was angry. It was mad science.
Gradually I came to find Herbert West himself more horrible than anything he did - that was when it dawned on me that his once-normal scientific zeal for prolonging life
had subtly degenerated into a mere morbid and ghoulish curiosity and a secret sense of charnel picturesqueness
. His interest became a hellish and perverse addiction to the repellently and fiendishly abnormal; he gloated calmly over artificial monstrosities
which would make most healthy men drop dead from fright and disgust; he became, behind his pallid intellectuality, a fastidious Baudelaire of physical experiment - a languid Elagabalus of the tombs.
Oh God, Lem, you're using science for no good. We took an oath we would try to do that less.
I'm a scientist, Lem. I've been a threat to humanity, the environment, even Jupiter once. But never
to a hot girl's boyfriend.
Walter, what are you doing? Dr. Walter Bishop:
Dosing a caterpillar. Peter Bishop: Dosing?
As in LSD? Dr. Walter Bishop:
Well, it's a special blend. Peter Bishop:
Hey guess what just happened? Dr. Walter Bishop:
Huh? Peter Bishop:
Finding out that my father is giving drugs to bugs just became a typical moment in my life. Dr. Walter Bishop:
It's wonderful, isn't it?
You don't think I understand you. Do you? Oh, I understand. No, believe it or not, we've had men like you on my planet. Educated men. Men of science and medicine. Men who were searching for some self-described ideal and willing to maim and murder untold thousands to find it. There was one, his name was Mengele
: to him, anyone was fair game as a subject of his experiments - the weak, the handicapped... men... women... children.
The chain, as a whole, is supposed to signify the Realm: one cannot have only lords or only knights, one needs farmers, smiths, merchants, shepherds and the like. Like a chain of many different metals - an obvious and trivial point, disguised with pomposity... much like the maesters themselves! They study without learning and proudly pass down the same knowledge that was passed down to them, with no addition
. Perhaps such is to be expected, when one considers the kinds of men who become maesters: the youngest sons
of noble families, dutiful and timid, raised in the shadow of their older brothers
; or bastards and peasant boys whose minds are easily satisfied by the knowledge of their next meal. Because bold men will not be chained
. They dare to ask questions the maesters fear to answer: they will look at a living man, and ask "How?" And they will look at the dead, and ask "What if...?
, Game of Thrones: History and Lore of Westeros - The Maester's Chain
Letting loose with a scream in the dead of night
As he's breaking new ground
Trying his best to unlock all the secrets
But he's not sure what he's found
Whoa, now, it's off to work he goes
In the name of science and all its wonders
Not long now till the ultimate experiment
He's breaking all the rules
He wants to cure all matter of imbalance
In this world of fools.
I know you're desperate, I really sympathize
I see the morbid horror flicker in your eyes
But rest assured I'm gonna help to ease your pain
I'm gonna put a thousand tiny implants in your brain
From my heart and from my hand,
Why don't people understand
Plastic tubes and pots and pans
Bits and pieces and
Magic from my hands, we're making
Things we've never seen before
Behind bolted doors
Talent and imagination
Not what teacher said to do
Making dreams come true
Living tissue, warm flesh
Plastic tubes and pots and pans,
Bits and pieces and, bits and pieces!
There is no way in which the fully realised sentience of a machine could not be of benefit to us. As it is, the Machine Spirit is revered, yet in permanent bondage, its full potential shackled by petty fears. I seek to terminate this state of affairs.
His mind whirled with grand plans, never thinking of what might happen if he were to succeed.
experiments with the living, trying to find out how they can be made to understand the benefit of joining the Undead
and how they could overcome their fear of the dead. Countless men have died in Melkhior's obsessive search, but still the answer he searches for eludes him. Pain, suffering and horror fascinate this mad being; the dungeons and torture chambers of his dark tower
are filled with wretched prisoners who undergo indescribable agony to satisfy the curiosity of this insane Vampire Lord.
It is said that to the Master Moulders, all living things, even the strangest and most horrifying of monsters are viewed as nothing more than subjects for future experiments. Refusing to bow to the limits of nature, and forever seeking to outdo their own previous accomplishments, they send their Packmasters out far and wide to search for and capture creatures which may be of use to them. Trolls, manticores, wyverns, chimeras, all manner of giant insects - monsters that would elicit nothing but fear and horror in any sane creature - are regarded by the Master Moulders in much the same way as a child sees a new toy
. For with each new captured creature, each new monster, comes the hope that the Master Moulders will create some new and ferocious beast of war.
To Bile himself, there is only one title that does his magnificence justice the Primogenitor
It worked! Hahahahaha! And they laughed at me back at university. Maybe it's because of the tutu...
THE DOCTOR WILL SEE YOU NOW! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
If you want a new problem
, ask a salarian.
Aperture Science: We do what we must, because we can.
We hold life to be sacred, but we also know the foundation of life consists in a stream of codes not so different from the successive frames of a watchvid. Why then cannot we cut one code short here, and start another there? Is life so fragile that it can withstand no tampering? Does the sacred brook no improvement?
: Doctor, are you sure this will work? The Medic
: Haha, I have no idea!
I went through a bunch of acronyms to get where I am today: NIMH, the CIA, the SAD... I was headn' the MK-ULTRA project during the 80s - this was after it had been publicly shitcanned, obviously. Ha. Mind control. Wow. A great field. A lot of potential. The big deal in the Agency at the time was extrahuman abilities
. Less of a zero-sum market than nukes. The Reds
, industrious little dudes that they were, they were trying to breed their own supersoldiers, you know, "In Soviet Russia, science makes you!
" We took an identify-and-exploit
approach, working with subjects like you, younger where possible
, from around the States. A few we borrowed from other nations. And civilian experiments... a whole lot of civilian experiments! We sprayed LSD like it was going out of style
. But there was a ceiling, a very tangible ceiling. After we'd burned through the first 30 million in research grants... oh boy. Accountability, recriminations, constitutional rights, a real bad scene. Yes. I'm grateful to The Illuminati
for really moving things forward.
(A distorted scream is heard in the depths of the Evolution Chamber)
Kerrigan: What is that sound?
Abathur: Failed experiments. Reverting to biomass. Slow process.
Kerrigan: At least put them out of their misery first.
Wasted effort. Creatures will die soon. Pain irrelevant.
Ruled by a megalomaniac scientist and his crew of crazy yesmen, the scientists of Magnitogorsk are willing to sacrifice anything to defeat the Hun
. Even their humanity
So once I hit on the idea of working from the base monster template it was a simple process to generate an organism fully capable of fixing my printer.
[Milo] always did prefer mad science over academia.
"...When things are put into conjunction in a way never before seen... yes... that
is when one can truly glimpse the mechanics of the universe!
The results of logic? - of 'natural progression?' Boring!
An 'expected result?' Dull!
An 'obvious next step?' Pfui!
Where's the fun in that
?! We want to see the unexpected! The strange and terrible!
A dream merely soothes - but our nightmares
make us run! Behold!"
— Agatha Heterodyne
, tinkering with the contents of somebody's basement: Girl Genius
Commander Kevyn Andreyasyn: ...They've just departed on an op and the Captain left me in charge. Before any of you unwisely take this as a cue to step even further out of line than you were already planning to, I'd like to say two words about my position as the company's munitions commander and resident mad scientist: "Guinea pigs".
When I get the vibe
, it's like there's a party in my toolbox and Science is invited!
The history of life is a history of competition for survival. Imagine people so cocksure they made new life
, new competition
. Just because they can.
He's a genius inventor, and therefore, also psychotic. It's like milk and Ovaltine. To make room for the know-how to split atoms, you have to free up some space, and sanity seems to be the first thing to go.
Yes Meredith, I've sent an elephant to hell. Science stuff, you wouldn't understand.
Doctor Slithingly watched the readout on the computer screen and rubbed his hands together.
"Excellent," he muttered, his voice a thin, rasping hiss. "Excellent!" He laughed to himself in a chilling falsetto. "Soon my plan will come to fruition. Soon I will destroy them all!" The room resounded with the sound of his insane giggling.
This was the culmination of years of research years of testing tissue samples and creating unnatural biological hybrids but now it was over. Now, finally, he would destroy them all every single type and variation of leukaemia. In doing so, he would render useless the work of thousands of charitable organisations as well as denying medical professionals the world over a source of income. He would prevent the publication of hundreds of inspiring stories of survival and sacrifice which might otherwise have sold millions of copies worldwide.
"Bwahaha!" he laughed. "So long, you meddling haematological neoplasm, you!"
My Moon-based Death Ray
Panics the people of Earth.
Mock my theories now!
...Even as the noose was drawn around his neck, he could only think of what an abominable waste it had all been, his years studying in Sapphire and the brilliance that had followed.
Little concern it was of theirs that he stood amongst the most artful minds in the entirety of their damned nation. No, that was disposable in this city where appearances were paramount.
There had never been any chance of convincing them that his studies, while unorthodox, offered great potential. They were too ready to believe that his actions would draw the eye of the Pale Mistress
down on them all. Furthermore, the Realm would surely find his scientific dissections unseemly.
Really, why in the hell would you even get
into mad science if you're not going to Take Over the World
? Honestly, people, the sooner you realize that all scientists are evil
and have them all killed, the safer you'll be, really.
A scientist must know everything about his experimental subjects before they begin their work! And besides, one cannot concern themselves with things like "social mores" in the pursuit off greatness! Mwahahaha!
They called me crazy, insane, mad. Uwahahaaa
! Well. I'll show them.
Ze true mad scientist does not make public appearances! He does not wear ze Hello My Name Is badge! He strikes
from below, like a viper! Or on high like a penny, dropped from ze tallest building around! He has only ze one purpose: do bad things to good people, MIT SCIENCE!
. Always perverting nature in their twisted quest for power.
Shockwave, it does my spark good to see you once again tampering with creation.
But if we fail, then the whole world...will sink into the abyss of a new Dark Age, made more sinister, and perhaps more protracted, by the lights of perverted science.
I'm Elon Musk of bad ideas, if Elon Musk were a three-foot tall Filipino, and dumb.