Lion, Tiger, Bear | 301 Lutzs Uncle Albrecht. Never seen the Professor cuss so much before, she whispered. In war, sailors die for the Fatherland, Herr Professor, said Klemperer. Their sacrifice has advanced our science in no small measure. We should honor them as heroes Agreed, said Porsche, suddenly emotional. May a loving Gott condemn this war. GW/damn it! Scheissel j Bernie whispered to Bea: You said it. Sadly, yes, Ferdinand, said Gerlach. But perhaps.. .with new science we can save lives, end the war early for all concerned as you once said. Ladies and gentlemen, let us bow our heads for a moment of silence for those U-Boat sailors. Gerlach shook, putting a hand on Lappe to steady himself. Everyone bowed heads, lives were lives. Bea thought of Albrecht and Lutz, then instinctively reached out and held Porsches hand. Ifeel.. .strange. The Professor shuddered slightly, then squeezed back, tears in his eyes for Lutz and his uncle whom he had met several times. Helge too, Lutzs widowed aunt. A strong humming sound, deep, guttural, electronic, organic. Bea followed suit in tears, then Alice. Damn, Professor, whispered Bea, suddenly overwhelmed, her hair sticking out. Bernie tried not to with all his internal might, but cracked like a walnut. Sorry. Its the many civilians….children too…every damn last…His eyes moved to the field generator. Whats it doing? Whats happening to us? asked Gerlach in tears. It should be at idle setting. The generator hummed like a beehive, electromagnetic energy swirling in unseen atmospheric rivers, the room energized with high-frequency vibration and static electricity. Unbeknownst to all, this provided a stimulating narcotic effect. Orange light emanated from deep within the ancient machine, boiling their insides with bittersweet grief. The nine quartz crystals gave out a high pitch, one that was almost silent, but Bea and Alice could just barely hear it. It had reacted to their emotions, thought Bea, holding her ears. This is most bizarre… what the hells going on in beret- Were all human, all sentimental. Bloody ol Gerlach, Porsche, I… Oh, my insides, the pain… Everyone suddenly shed tears, finally even Schafer who turned his back, stomach aflame. Im so ashamed…