Protag's a madman? Let me count the ways.
He's clinically obsessed with microscopes
On getting better ones bend all his hopes
He spent all his money on the blasted things.
Believes assurances a medium says--
Believes contact with Leeuwenhoek, the dope.
Was tasked to make a diamond microscope.
(With electricity, the magic rays.)
Friend's stuff he needs for his goal to succeed in,
So with a knife he murderized the man.
With microscope he found a micro-Eden
And got a crush on microscopic Eve
She dies, and he despairs, his will is beaten;
The story ends, a weird one, I believe.
Were this a game, I'd rate it E ten plus,
For seances, occult, and all that fuss.
Three stars shall I hand out, no more, no less,
In all, the story's somewhat of a mess.
(Endnote: Yes, I did just rewrite Elizabeth Barrett Browning's "How Do I Love Thee?" about a science fiction short story from 1858 by someone no-one's ever heard of.)
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