GOLEM

Roars the dark night and inside of the dim room, the scientist bides to switch on the huge machinery and bring him to life.  A fierce lightning glint outside and then he pushes the lever down.  Electric spikes flow from vast spark plugs to the unutterable shape onto the table.  One, two shocks and the scientist yells: "Rise up and walk!"  An watery-greenish eye gets opened, slowly: he looks at gloomy, broken, preserved forms, foetus into amber juices, the eyes of his creator, and with a strong pull he cuts off the wire that links him to life.