I sometimes wonder if the modern medical profession is just an extremely elaborate front for a conspiracy of epic proportions, replete with elements that are found in every other science-based-suspense-thriller that makes a half-hearted attempt at becoming popular fiction.
The doctor is the mad scientist, barely managing to keep his psychotic alter-ego under control as he faces his patient, the stereotypical image of professional concern and scholarly contemplation, all the while calculating which of his latest evil experiments would be furthered by the addition of another naïve test subject. The protagonist of course, is the unsuspecting patient, a lab rat, way out of his depth and falling deeper into the rabbit hole with every passing minute, spun into a web of dark and deceitful forces far beyond his comprehension, let alone control.
Unfortunately, this is where the uncanny likeness ends. Because reality does not permit improbable coincidences that let the protagonist survive against all odds and suddenly find a heroic path to vanquish the forces of evil. Real life does not suffer lab accidents that give birth to superheroes.
Image copyrighted to Patricia Jessup, “Puppet on a String”, Acrylic on canvas.