THE LOST BRAIN
ONE Professor Ortner went from pressing his palms into his eyes, to staring out his office window. The sea was calm, lead coloured with patches turquoise. It was gently lapping against the cliffs below. His office was a mess of coffee stained papers and empty beer bottles. The Brain Ortner had spent his career enhancing, had got up and walked away. The host, code named Whitethorn, had escaped, and the news had reached high command. The brain was irreplaceable. The combined intellects of thirty eight professors had been implanted inside Whitethorn’s Skull. Trillions of dollars worth of cerebral enhancement had escaped. A bloated bulk of ginger masculinity burst into Ortner’s office. The Major and his leather clad adjutants didn’t waste time on polite formalities. ‘What the fuck happened?’ said the major, without breathing, ‘Where is Whitethorn?’ Ortner grit his teeth. ‘If I knew, you wouldn’t be here.’ ‘You address me as major. We're not sipping coffee in the facul...