Dr Jarvis strode through the doors of the empty holodeck and surveyed the blank canvas in front of him. “No, this won’t do,” he muttered to himself, “won’t do at all.” However, he knew that here, unlike back in the infirmary, he could tailor the space to suit his macabre purposes. “Computer, load an earth, Victorian-era sanitarium,” he commanded.

The black walls that surrounded Jasper were quickly replaced with equally boring grey ones. However, instead of metal, these were made of cold stone with an eerie, chilling feel about them. The floor on which he stood was now a black and white checkerboard and overhead, old filament bulbs flickered with the faint crackle of electricity. He stared around the entrance hall with its high wooden reception desk and metal barred security doors. Now, this was a canvas on which he could paint his bloody masterpiece.

He turned to his new assistant, “take the inmates to their cells and make sure they are secure.” He then muttered, more to himself, “we’ll need some more hands before we can have this place up and running.”

Dr Jasperwock M.D. (Murderously Deranged)