In Which We Meet Mr. Jones

• The shipment Loeb was investigating at the beginning of the episode stopped off in Germany. Loeb also recently returned from Frankfurt.
• 'Wissenschaft Prison' roughly translates to 'Science Prison'.
• Jones is connected to ZFT.
• The government had Walter read a dead Jimmy Hoffa's mind to find his assassin.
• Walter knows that Peter has a low tolerance to electrical stimulation; he did experiments on him as a child.
• Walter called Astrid 'Astro.'
• Walter called Astrid 'Asteroid.'
• Walter referenced this real research paper when Peter was having trouble interpreting Joseph Smith's thoughts: Misrepresentation of horizontal space in unilateral brain damage.
• This episode showed a damaged brain with an inability to process horizontal lines. Here is a video of a brain surgery where the ability to cut horizontal lines in half was impaired in the subject.

• Loeb told Broyles to look on page 47. (J.J.)
• Jones is 47 years old. (J.J.)

- Project 269 - Exploration 18 -

This breathtaking organism may have been made for the most nefarious of purposes -- but no matter, the scientific achievement shines through. The National Socialists gave birth to the Volkswagen Beetle, yet the hippies saw its beauty. What we have here is LIFE, created by man not god! The German Shakespeare would have understood.

Dare with determin'd will to burst the portals
Past which in terror others fain would steal!
Now is the time, through deeds, to show that mortals
The calm sublimity of gods can feel...

I remember the first time I tried to create life. A failed merger of paramecium and amoeba, all cilia and pseudopods, a paradox in a petri dish. And then the second time, with more primitive methods, heaving and perspiring, nine months of grueling effort for the carrier, culminating in a convulsive expulsion of amniotic fluid. I suppose the output was better that time, although the hybrid had a bit too much of his mother. Parthenogenesis might have been preferable.

But this chimera is something else entirely. The offspring of unconscious evolution and conscious design, marvelous yet dreadful -- the very model of a Hegelian synthesis. Never seen anything like it, except of course for that astounding black-and-tan I poured myself in Heidelberg, 1985. The perfect mingling of two local brews -- a dunkel and a weizen -- rich chocolaty oligosaccharides fornicating with bitter earthy extracts of humulus lupulus. But where did I put the recipe? I must have taken it from my head before they could, stored it in sequence with the rest of my ideas.

And now I must perform my own extraction, from the fellow with the hole in his head. Pulling thoughts -- substantially more difficult than pulling teeth. The boy is skeptical, but Nietzsche put it best: "I favor any skepsis to which I may reply: 'Let us try it!' But I no longer wish to hear anything of all those things and questions that do not permit any experiment." Now, what was Peter's electrical tolerance? Was it 40, or 80? Oh well, only one way to find out!