Henry never returned to his hometown, instead focusing on his research and work in South Carolina. He continued to delve into the world of souls and machinery, becoming more and more obsessed with his theories and experiments. Despite his controversial reputation, Henry gained a small following of loyal followers who believed in his work.
However, as the years passed, Henry’s mental state began to deteriorate. He became more reclusive, spending most of his time alone in his workshop, conducting experiments that became increasingly dangerous. His obsession with controlling souls and merging them with machinery led to rumors and speculation surrounding his activities.
One day, Henry disappeared without a trace, leaving behind a trail of unanswered questions and theories. Some believed he had finally achieved his goal of merging souls with machinery and had transcended to another plane of existence. Others speculated that he had met a dark fate due to his reckless experiments.
To this day, the mystery of Henry Miller remains unsolved, his legacy shrouded in controversy and speculation. The only thing that remains certain is that his impact on the world of science and the supernatural will never be forgotten.
Henry, as a child, was ambitious, soon seeing his father as a hick and a waste of potential. Henry enjoyed reading, and assembling small toys to play with in his father’s workshop. Henry delivered papers in the 30′s, as a way of keeping himself, and his drunken father alive and fed. Henry and his dad frequently argued over how to spend money, namely, how much went towards Charles' medicine. Henry resented the man more and more as time went on. Henry, ever the avid reader, began reading the papers he was delivering as he became a teenager, keeping up to date on world politics.
America announced that they were joining the Allied war effort 2 months after Henry’s father passed away due to liver failure. While Henry was initially relieved to finally have the house to himself, he never quite felt that to be the case. The place always felt… inhabited to him. Henry left to join the army, knowing they’d find a role for him, and that it’d get him away from the house and life that now felt like a prison more than ever. Henry became involved in the war effort as a mechanic, originally as a repair grunt on battlefields, but later, once he showed his usefulness, behind allied lines, designing artillery, back at Portsmouth, Virginia. Henry’s heart grew colder as the war continued, from the realization that with every weapon he created, every turret he assembled, men behind enemy lines would die. However, by refusing to work, or sabotaging his own designs, he would ensure that men on his team would die. Henry slowly developed a Machiavellian way of seeing the world. Many of Henry’s later designs were rejected for “humanitarian” reasons. Henry never stopped seeing those faces in his dreams.
When the war ended in ‘45, things were worse than when he signed up to work for the US army. With every other soldier returning home, he struggled to find a job, despite having a natural affinity for mechanical engineering. The factory he worked for previously no longer made artillery, and many of Henry’s former supervisors were glad to see him go, and replaced with fresh blood, due to Henry’s designs and ideas taking a toll on them.
Taking the opportunity to use the army’s scholarship at his disposal (doubly so, due to his redundancy), Henry decided to attend Dartmouth College with an army scholarship, while working part time at a local restaurant to pay bills. Henry met Martha Miller (nee. Jones) at Darthmouth college, sitting in front of him in a Mechanics lecture.
Henry, while studying for his masters degree, heard flickering on the radio in the old car. As he changed the channels, he made out two voices, both arguing for prominence, on different wavelengths. Namely, a voice belonging to a woman who was weeping, and that of a choking infant. Henry connected the dots instantly and identified the two voices. When Henry’s time to work on his Master’s Thesis arrived, he knew exactly what to name it. “The Joy of Creation.” The book connected souls with machinery, when flesh became intertwined with physical matter and presented souls as a wavelength, having energy and being able to occupy space, using theoretical physics to explain Electronic Voice Phenomena and define life beyond the current system involving the 9 pre-defined characteristics of life.
While Henry was initially given an honourary doctorate from the university for his research, he never actually managed to command the spirits to perform reliably when being nominated for a Nobel Prize, and needing to recreate his own research. Henry’s research was hereby determined by scientific minds as pseudoscience, and his doctorate was revoked (although, to the day he disappeared, always wrote his own name as “DOCTOR Henry Miller”, viewing his own research as legitimate, and the revoking of his doctorate as a grievous insult.) (This is also the origin of Henry’s control complex with souls, admitting in his logs to using electrical shocks to control souls with fear.)
Miller left the town shortly after this, leaving for South Carolina, to respond to a job opportunity that had been presented to Henry, following the public release of his book. While Henry traveled south, Henry’s family home, and the final resting place of Henry’s father, Charles Miller, mysteriously burned down from an unknown arson attack.
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