Corpus-Exutus House: The Surgeon’s Final Cut
The moment the heavy, bronze-plated door to Corpus-Exutus House was carefully pushed open, the air rushed out—cold, dense, and heavy with the pervasive, unsettling odor of dry materials, mineral dust, and the sharp scent of heavy metals. The name, combining body/flesh with stripped/emptied, perfectly captured the manor’s function: a physical space dedicated to achieving the ultimate truth of anatomy, now embodying its own absolute termination of function. This abandoned Victorian house was structured not for ordinary living, but for unwavering, controlled vivisection, its internal layout a bewildering maze of small, isolated diagnostic cells, soundproofed observation bunkers, and meticulously designed environmental stabilizers intended to eliminate all external variables that might corrupt a pure physiological constant.
The final inhabitant was Surgeon Master Corpus Vacuum, a brilliant, but intensely reclusive master anatomist and biological theorist of the late 19th century. Master Vacuum’s profession was the study of organs, systems, and the fundamental nature of the body, seeking to codify a single, unified, and perfectly consistent stasis that was free of all sickness, flow, or subjective feeling. His singular obsession, however, was the creation of the ‘Zero Form’—a single, perfect, flawless physiological state that would, through the absolute synthesis of all known organic principles, reveal the ultimate, objective truth of the body, free of all sickness, function, or measurable vitality. After realizing that the very act of healing required both damage and repair (a duality of health), proving that absolute, independent and secure simplicity was impossible, shattering his faith in fixed medical law, he retreated to the manor. He dedicated his final years to resolving this single, terrifying goal, believing that the only way to achieve the Zero Form was to understand the ultimate absence of all function and structure. His personality was intensely systematic, fearful of decay, and utterly consumed by the pursuit of physiological finality.
The Anatomy Chamber
Master Vacuum’s mania culminated in the Anatomy Chamber. This secure, sealed room was where he spent his final days, not operating, but deconstructing the act of the body itself, attempting to define the ultimate objectivity by isolating the point that offered no detectable physiological content. His journals, written in a cramped, precise hand that eventually gave way to complex equations concerning non-functional physiology and the theoretical limits of absolute entropy, were found sealed inside a hollow metal clamp. He stopped trying to define the perfect health and began trying to define the un-structured, concluding that the only way to achieve the Zero Form was to eliminate the need for any form of function or structure whatsoever. “The heart is a flaw; the blood is a weakness,” one entry read. “The final cut requires the complete surrender of all function and all structure. The truth must be a single, self-evident, unstated conclusion, contained in a fundamental, perfect void.”
The house preserves his systematic rigor structurally. Many internal passages are fitted with small, precisely calibrated acoustic dampeners and total atmospheric sterilization fields built into the walls, now all rusted and frozen, remnants of his attempts to create a universal, absolutely fixed and non-interfering environment for abstract physiological contemplation.
The Final Organ in the Abandoned Victorian House
Surgeon Master Corpus Vacuum was last heard working in his theater, followed by a sudden, intense sound of heavy metal snapping and grinding (from the bone saw and the blood pump) and then immediate, profound silence. He did not leave the manor. The next morning, the theater was cold, the Anatomy Chamber sealed, and the man was gone. No body was found, and the only evidence was the singular, physical alteration to his final philosophical work.
The ultimate chilling clue is the small hole in the black rubber. It is the final organ—the Zero Form achieved, representing the cessation of all physiological existence and the perfect, objective truth found in a single, un-dimensioned point of pure, absolute nothingness. The broken scalpel and blank rubber ensure no further attempt could be made to chart the flawed, functioning world. This abandoned Victorian House, with its silent chambers and broken tools, stands as a cold, imposing testament to the master surgeon who pursued the ultimate, pure form of the body, and who, in the end, may have successfully defined the Perfect Non-Structure, vanishing into the un-healed, objective finality that he engineered as his final, terrifying statement of pure existence.
