Dear Victor,

Much has transpired since our last correspondence. When we last talked, I described the creation of the living plasm as if it was the most fortuitious event of my life. While it is true that it may yet bring me great fortune, to date it has brought nothing but hardship. I believe I wrote my last letter immediately after the plasm began to move of its own volition. Soon after that, its form began to change. Ito began to stir and roil strangely, moving in seemingly random ways. Over time, I began to suspect it might even possess a mind of some kind. However, since it never settled on any kind of form, and my attempts to decipher its movements failed, I was forced to acknowledge my utter ignorance. What was certain was that this living, moving plasm was unlike anything previously known to science.

I studied the plasm in secret for months. My relentless study wreaked havoc on my private life, particularly regarding my dearly beloved Helga. Nevertheless, I soldiered on, determined to unlock the secrets of this new life. Unbeknownst to me, the existence of the plasm began to leak out of my close circle of friends and into the Ingolstadt campus. One day I retuned to my laboratory to find the plasm gone. There were signs of forced entry and my laboratory was ransacked. My assistant, Walburga, was dead from a blow to the head. I felt so powerless, Victor. I still do. Nevertheless, I felt compelled to find the culprit. I eventually discovered that the men who broke into my laboratory were in the employ of an incredibly wealthy industrialist with ties to Ingolstadt. I went to his mansion to confront him, determined to make a dignified final stand. I was almost killed. I am only alive today because of the plasm. As strange as it sounds, the plasm seemed to prefer me to that man. What happened in that house I cannot describe. Suffice it to say, that man will trouble me no more. I am free to continue my work in chemistry, now with my dear Helga at my side.  I suggest you scale back you studies as well. I have always known that we scientists play with potentially dangerous forces. I had not realized until now that the most dangerous force we meddle with is men.

Your Friend,

Max Waldman

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