15 April 2025
Tuesday. A gentleman asked at the door this evening whether my machinery would interfere with his pacemaker. I was so delighted that anyone had asked about my machinery that I nearly forgot to answer.
The answer is yes. Several of my contraptions give off an electromagnetic field. That is rather the point of them. So anyone whose heart keeps time with a little device of its own must sit this experiment out. The company has a great many other rooms, all perfectly safe for such people, and the front desk cheerfully helped him choose one. I sulked for an hour.
I am also obliged to record that the laboratory contains panic buttons. If an assistant presses one, out they go at once, no questions asked, while the rest carry on. I did not install them. I would not have installed them. The company installed them, along with cameras, through which a gamesmaster watches every moment and sends hints when asked. I find this deeply interfering and, I am told, extremely sensible.
Nobody who has been drinking may assist. I approve. Science requires a steady hand, and so does finding things in my cupboards.
In the margin, in pencil: BUTTON GOOD. DOOR GOOD. DOCTOR GRUMPY.
— V. Frankenstein
