Condemned to an eternity of darkness, I await my fate in a meek cell of 7 and 7 by 7. Wherein the atmosphere, reshaping  itself based on orientation, seems present and oppressive. The only perceivable permanence to this place,  in fact lies in the analysis of oppressive vapors (usually that of rotting rats and piss) being circulated by three indiscriminate slits located on the ceiling. The walls of this confinement, as it were, feel to the touch either of a smooth sterile complexion or of deep long  abrasive grooves indicative of fingernails brought down against concrete innumerably multiplied  
The circumstances which inevitably forced this present situation I will only, and can only, briefly explain. Yet, with all bias aside, I believe it had something to do with a brief stint as a doctor administering lobotomies on an, of course, strictly necessary basis.
And about this peculiar circumstance you mustn't establish any doubt. That would only be illogical of you - for in relating my experience, more so as the narrator of my own demise, you hereby grant me unquestionable authority over your mind.
Now it is generally understood that as a Doctor, or brain surgeon for that matter, a sworn Medical Code of Ethics is used to prevent the occurrence of immorality masquerading in the face of decency. Nevertheless it can also be used, apparently, for persecuting professionals in breech of that code. This was so in my case although I still protest to this date that the Code of Ethics which forced my imprisonment had not been the Code which I so heralded and memorized in my years as a young, eager medical student.
Primum non nocere.
Do no harm.
The oldest principal in medicine, it was suggested, had been the fault which led to my prosecution.
However, my having been tried by mock jury for the purposes of propagating political motive by media sensation, I actually believe my true fault lied in breeching Voluntas aegroti suprema lex or 'Voluntary consent of a patient.' Yet the regime which controlled my district (and brought about the initial breech claims and subsequent bogus charges) had the smart inclination that a strong case could not be devised on such abstract notions as "consent" between species. Instead they felt that the concept of harm could be more empirically justified (being observable to anything with eyes) than the absurdity of trying to obtain legal consent from animals with brains the size of mice.
And so I was captured and my lab ransacked by hooligans who believed my experiments, in comparing the neurological brain chemistry of rats to humans, were obscenely unethical and innately unjustifiable.
Sheer absurdity.
If there is any principal which I can assume to be true, it is the belief that history is doomed to repeat itself indefinitely and in subtle infinite variation.
The accomplishments that could have been gained were all destroyed in a pool of fire in the face of a rigid philosophical doctrine, as old as time, and  as offensive and logically porous as the air which fills my lungs inside this cell.
All the vain sacrifices of mice and men.