Soma-Amnis: The Physician’s Missing Pulse
The moment the heavy, bronze-plated door to Soma-Amnis was carefully pushed open, the air rushed out—cold, dense, and heavy with the pervasive, unsettling odor of dry sulfur, embalming fluid, and the sharp scent of metal polish. The name, combining the body with a river or flow, perfectly captured the manor’s function: a physical space dedicated to defining the internal mechanisms of human life, now embodying its own complete physiological termination. This abandoned Victorian house was structured not for ordinary living, but for unwavering, clinical precision, its internal layout a bewildering maze of small, well-lit examination rooms and temperature-controlled storage cells designed to eliminate all external pathogens and promote deep, uninterrupted medical study.
The final inhabitant was Dr. Elias Corpus, a brilliant, but intensely reclusive master physician and anatomist of the late 19th century. Dr. Corpus’s profession was the study of pathology and the development of universal treatments. His singular obsession, however, was the creation of the ‘Zero Disease’—a single, perfect, flawless state of health that would, through the absolute synthesis of all known medical knowledge, reveal the ultimate, objective truth of the physical form, free of all pathology or deterioration. After failing to save a loved one from a sudden, swift illness, 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 Disease was to understand the ultimate absence of all organic flaw. His personality was intensely systematic, fearful of biological inconsistency, and utterly consumed by the pursuit of physiological finality.
The Autopsy Chamber
Dr. Corpus’s mania culminated in the Autopsy Chamber. This secure, sealed room was where he spent his final days, not diagnosing, but deconstructing the act of life itself, attempting to define the ultimate health by isolating the point that required no external support. His journals, written in a cramped, precise hand that eventually gave way to complex equations concerning cellular regeneration and metabolic efficiency, were found sealed inside a hollow metal surgical lamp. He stopped trying to cure disease and began trying to define the un-sickness, concluding that the only way to achieve the Zero Disease was to eliminate the need for any physical presence whatsoever. “The body is a flaw; the life is a terminal condition,” one entry read. “The final health requires the complete surrender of all physiological function. The truth must be a single, self-evident, unstated conclusion, contained in a fundamental, perfect immateriality.”
The house preserves his clinical rigor structurally. Many internal water taps are constructed with deliberately foot-operated mechanisms and elbow levers, reflecting his profound anxiety about touching surfaces that might harbor pathogens.
The Final Diagnosis in the Abandoned Victorian House
Dr. Elias Corpus was last heard working in his lab, followed by a sudden, intense sound of heavy metal collapsing (perhaps the ventilator) and then immediate, profound silence. He did not leave the manor. The next morning, the lab was cold, the autopsy 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 medical lint. It is the final chart—the Zero Disease achieved, representing the cessation of all biological function and the perfect, objective truth found in a single, un-dimensioned point of stasis. The crushed stethoscope and blank lint ensure no further attempt could be made to chart the flawed, breathing form. This abandoned Victorian house, with its silent labs and broken medical devices, stands as a cold, imposing testament to the master physician who pursued the ultimate, pure form of health, and who, in the end, may have successfully defined the Perfect Non-Body, vanishing into the un-breathing, objective finality that he engineered as his final, terrifying statement of eternal health.
