Nazi Scientist Eckhart Fromm and His Attempt At Human Genetic Cloning

October 8, 2016 at 3:59 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, Science-Fiction, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Nazi Scientist Eckhart Fromm and His Attempt At Human Genetic Cloning

“Did the Nazis ever do genetic cloning?” Amadeus Emanon asked the contemporary world’s leading genetic cloning scientist Dr. Cadbury Rocher of Set Enterprises.

“They probably would have if the Third Reich hadn’t lost the Second World War,” Dr. Cadbury Rocher put a plate of tea and crumpets above an untouched dish of sauerkraut, “they were headed in that direction.”

“So no Nazi genetic cloning then eh?” Amadeus bit into a crumpet.

“Well there was a Nazi scientist Dr. Eckhart Fromm brought into the U.S. through Operation Paperclip,” Dr. Rocher reflected, “there were rumours that he had cloned an individual from locks of hair of an historical personage while working in a laboratory in Knoxville, Tennessee back in the 1960s.”

“Dr. Fromm just cloned this one individual?” Amadeus asked.

“That’s right,” Dr. Rocher nodded, “he’d have probably cloned more but when he decided to try the art of parachuting one fine day in 1966, he made the mistake of grabbing the pilot’s knapsack instead of the parachute before jumping out of the plane. The resulting deadly impact promptly put an end to any future cloning plans he might have had.”

“And who was this historical personage that Dr. Fromm was supposed to have cloned from locks of hair?” Amadeus inquired.

“Confederate Brigadier-General Albert Pike,” Dr. Rocher replied.

“I see,” Amadeus nodded.

“I’m being called back to the lab on an emergency involving Paris Trojanus the kleptomaniac grizzly and a 19th Century Siberian bear trap,” Dr. Rocher stated as he checked the text messages on his smart phone.

When Dr. Rocher left the room, Amadeus wondered what had become of the Albert Pike clone.

Meanwhile high above the skies of London, the mysterious individual who called himself Robur The Conquerer II flew in his space soaring plane.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday October 4th

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Renfield Frolics In Nevada While Blizzard Hits Northeastern U.S. And Canada

February 9, 2013 at 6:15 pm (Vampire novel) (, , , , , , )

The following blog entry is taken from a vampire novel I’m currently in the process of writing. In fact, it’s the particular vampire novel chapter I wrote today:


As a huge blizzard paralyzed the northeastern U.S. and Atlantic Canada, Renfield R. Renfield was busy frolicking on the Cottontail Ranch in Nevada.


Amadeus Emanon sat in the ranch house’s waiting room quietly sipping tea while a group of scantily clad, topless and short skirted women asked him, “Is there anything else we can do for you, sir?”.


“No, I’m quite happy with the tea, honey and lemon you’ve served me,” Amadeus smiled as he sipped his tea.


A huge banging sound could be heard coming from the room upstairs.


“Are you doing some renovating?” Amadeus asked the short skirted topless blonde woman who was sitting on top of the registry desk with her legs uncrossed.


“No, that would be your friend banging upstairs, sir,” was the woman’s reply.


“I didn’t even know Renfield had studied carpentry,” Amadeus looked quizzical.


“Are you sure you wouldn’t like to do some banging yourself?” a topless slit skirted Asian woman with spiked stiletto black leather leather boots asked Amadeus.


“No, I never studied carpentry,” was Amadeus’ answer.


The women in the room sighed.


“Did you even study high school biology?” a short skirted woman with a Jamaican accent asked Amadeus.


“No, I never went to school having been genetically cloned in a lab,” was Amadeus’  reply, “I taught myself by reading the books in my boss the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set’s library but I never got around to looking at the biology section.”


The women looked at one another in huge disbelief even though what Amadeus said was the complete truth.


“And was your friend genetically cloned in a lab as well?” asked the woman from Mumbai, India who was only wearing a red lingerie slip and black silk nylons.


“He was,” Amadeus nodded.


“But it sounds from the noise coming upstairs he got around to reading the biology section of your boss’ library,” the topless short skirted blonde asked him.


“He did,” Amadeus smiled as he finished his tea.


“Oh God, oh God,” a woman’s voice from upstairs screamed in sure ecstasy.


“Renfield must have done a wonderful job renovating your friend’s room from the response your friend gave upstairs,”  Amadeus looked in the direction of the ceiling.


“No doubt,” the slit skirted woman from Shanghai said.


“But he must be charging an arm and a leg for his work,” Amadeus stated sympathetically, “as you seem not able to afford much clothes to pay for his renovations.”


All the women just stared at Amadeus in shock.


“I’m finished,” Renfield came bounding down the stairs while putting on his clothes at the same time.


“I never knew you did carpentry work,” Amadeus put his tea cup down on the registry counter, “and what’s more I never knew you did carpentry work in the nude.”


Renfield looked at Amadeus in confusion, “What the fuck are you talking about?”.


“Well, he wasn’t talking about what you just mentioned,” the red lingerie clad Indian woman replied, “he was talking about carpentry.”


To be continued.

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