"Haha, it worked!"
Lynch was overjoyed!
The face of the awakened giant bore no expression whatsoever, its eyes staring blankly into the void. It awkwardly sat upright and then remained still, motionless, its massive eyes void of any spark or vitality.
The current Frankenstein may have a complete life system that enables it to "exist" in this world, but it only exists in the strictest sense—alive but without independent thought, devoid of any ideas or consciousness. Its sitting up was merely a natural reflex of its muscular nervous system. It still lacked the most critical component of an independent life—
a soul.
Life is life not merely because it breathes or survives, but because it has independent thought, unique consciousness, and its own soul. The same holds true for Frankenstein—only by injecting a soul into it could it truly be deemed a living being.
