One day, a thin, dark skinned young man with a skull-topped cane knocked on the gates of the Boogle Library. 'I have an appointment with Dr. Minsky,' he said to a bald scholar who opened the door. The scholar, while surprised, said: 'Come in quickly, you will be delighted to see the Doctor as he is now. It is our, and his, greatest success!' As they entered, a strange man approached. He seemed to be made entirely of paper; countless white pages, covered with impossibly fine print. 'Here he is, made Immortal! Everything he is, moved to these pages, none of his thoughts to be ever forgotten, his great mind working more clearly than ever before.' The young man raised his brow: 'But that is not Dr. Minsky. Dr. Minsky is there-' he motioned with his cane towards a formerly empty chair, where now a rotting human corpse was sitting. 'I found him where you buried him,' he said to the horrified scholars. 'But was he completely dead when you did so?' He motioned again and the corpse rose, hands curling into claws with clearly murderous intent. 'I'll leave you, gentlemen, to yourselves now'. The young man was smiling when he heard the first screams.