Dada Freud

Dada Freud

I allege a cover-up of epic proportions. The existence of the Dada Scientists has long been denied. And, for years, the monster evolved by this group, the Idman, now known as the Dada Freud, has been hushed-up. We are going to pay for that.

On the 22nd April 2021, a body was found at the western end of Loch Ness. Masked walkers saw the white shape floating by the wharf at the mouth of the River Moriston. “Caucasian male. Pale. Emaciated. Internal veins and arteries showing a green discoloration. Genitals atrophied to almost nothing. No hair. Anomalies in blood. Mass like an egg sac in the stomach. Finger and toe-nails long and thickened.”

The authorities are busy explaining it away, but I can tell you what that body is. I can give its history. It is the work of Dada Science.

The first Dada Freud was created by an Englishman in a laboratory in Vienna in 1923.

Eric Bryant Bentley, expelled from Eton in 1910, was imprisoned at the start of the war and became a medical orderly while still serving time. He showed aptitude - skilled with apparatus, a natural feel for the biology. This was noticed.

After his release in 1919, through war-time contacts, he became a laboratory technician to some of the leading Medical Scientists of Cambridge. He supported work in transfusion, anatomy and vivisection. But he had other ideas. In 1922 he and a friend ran off to Paris.

The companion was Arthur Morris Deniston who had been reading English at the University when he received an inheritance at the age of 21. He agreed with Bentley there was no point hanging around in dull, dull England.

Paris was alive with new ideas and people full of contempt for the old order. This suited them both because they were bitter at what they had seen in the Great War. And the state of the world as it was becoming.

His friend found the joys of absinthe and ranting with other writers and artists. Bentley began meeting with a secretive group, a loose collective of women and men who seemed to speak the same language as him. The Dada Scientists. Their manifesto: science that could undo this terrible civilization.

He revealed his own thoughts at one of their well-known whisper meetings, an oddity of the cult, gatherings held in a darkened room and only with whispers.

He spoke to them of the Id. Freud’s word for the primitive base of the self. “There is a man who could live in the Id,” he whispered. “Ein Untermensch.

“The mind comes from the blood,” he breathed. “Change the blood and you change the mind.”

In an attic on the Isle de France he commenced a laboratory with what he had brought from England but found his fellow scientists too much into what he was doing and there was a rumour that one of them was a secret policeman. Others, he knew, just wanted to steal his equipment.

He and his friend packed everything up and went to Vienna, They had some contacts. Could get some space. No prying eyes.

Besides both had an obsession with Sigmund Freud who lived in that city. They intended to contact the father of psychoanalysis – possibly kidnap Freud to get “the real truth out of him.” Use torture if necessary.

But Freud, they discovered, was seriously ill, Bentley focussed on his laboratory. He had worked in Cambridge with the noted vivisectionist Sir Clive Morcombe-Bligh and had an application of that work in mind.

Deniston locked himself away and began writing – at last - at a desk littered with bottles of beer. A strange novel about the people of London being shrunk to the size of rats and preyed upon by cats.

Bentley had located some space in a half burned out building used by anarchists as a squat. They had common friends in Paris. He unpacked his crates and spent a full week building up what he needed. “Ich und mach ein monster,” he told them. “Auf den bourgeois zu zagen.”

“Ja! Gūde!” they said. A monster to prey on the bourgeois. Good.

The anarchists left him alone and the place safe from intrusion,. They had rigged parts of the bottom floor with explosives. They taunted the police. “Ja! Ja! Comm rein! Were wereden alle in Rauch aufgeden!” We will go up in smoke!

When he was satisfied with his laboratory, he spent a day collecting frogs from the reeds by the Danube. Filled a satchel.

That night Deniston came over to Bentley’s place. The two men sat together at a bench by the light of a spirit lamp. Bentley picked a frog from the satchel while Deniston watched. Bentley held the frog in his left hand then, with the right, he stabbed a scalpel in the top of the skull. Accurate. “I have separated the parietal lobe,” he said. “The frog is alive but will not move - apart from occasional twitching.” The creature spasmed in his hand.

“Is it conscious?” asked Deniston. He was appalled.

Bentley shrugged. In front of him was a wire frame, ready-made, and set on a small stand. To Deniston it looked too much like a crucifix. Bentley stretched the arms on the cross-piece and tied them carefully. He strung a strip of wood between the legs, pushing them wide, and attached that wood to the frame. The X-shape made it look less like a religious travesty.

His next task was to insert a hollow needle on the inside of the living frog’s thigh. He attached a rubber tube leading down. It wept blood into a beaker.

“Look at this,” he said. Proud of how simple and easy it had been. “A supply of frog’s blood. Now to infuse it in a living man. We will see the Idman.”

But when he turned around Deniston was gone. The spearing of the frog had been bad enough. The wiring up of the living animal was not something he could deal with. He did not even need to hear the statement of intent because he had slipped out.

They had been constant companions since they left England. But this was the end of that. Deniston caught a train to Istanbul.

It suited Bentley because he could have more focus for his project.

He wanted to study how long the vivisected frog would live. He fed it ground up meal worm and water from a dropper. Alive for six days. Good result. 5.3 cc blood collected. Very good.

So, he set up nearly fifty. It took three days of hunting along the Danube to gather bags full. Then all the night and through the next day he vivisected and wired them up. Seepings were linked together by rubber hoses to a final tap with a flow.

He had a copious supply of fresh frog’s blood.

There was a sick Irishman lived in rooms nearby. Musician. Played a button accordion, gave life to any party. But he was near death. Diphtheria. Bentley kidnapped him to his own laboratory and laid the weak man on a bed below his tables of frogs.

He revived O’Neil a little with soup and extra care and gave him a good night’s sleep. In the morning O’Neil awoke to being tied down. He felt the apparatus of blood-letting set in his right arm and then a frog’s blood infusion into the left.

Bentley wrote: “I waited for the moment another look came into his eyes then I injected a large amount of barbiturate into the Irishman’s arm.” He intended a brief revival.

Johnny O’Neil did start to life, became another human form, one that lasted for seven seconds until massive areas of stroke appeared in his brain. His last words were recorded by Bentley as: “Gna…ooor…”

Again, from Bentley’s journal: “I saw something new on his face. He had lost all that weakness he used to have - that shy self-doubting Irishman. He had power. He was a man of the Id. The future for human society. A living human with frog's blood. We can return to the primal state, the reptilian in us. We will be the original sin and live in the state of nature. ”

Nearly one hundred years later they have done it. The Dada Scientists. The people we have so foolishly ignored. They have evolved that creature with years of science – based on Bentley’s first experiment. The human being alive only to its Id.

There is a production facility of Untermensch one hundred and twenty feet beneath the water and one mile from the shore at Grotaig on Loch Ness. It is a big lozenge of a structure set deep and serviced by small submersibles. That body found floating was an escapee.

It had once been a human being.

Dada Science has come a long way.

They will soon be amongst us.

They are coming for you. The Dada Freud are coming for your children.