17 June, 2012
THE G.O.D. Project
It was something that should not be.
But there it was, the fleshy creature breathed and pulsed with life before him on the lab table. The smell of vinegar, stale coffee and cigarettes hung in the air. But now there was a hint of something else.
Something … organic.
“I've created life,” the scientist whispered to himself, barely believing it.
Brushing aside cookie wrappers and taking a sip of coffee, the young man jerked opened up his notebook and nervously jotted down his formulas- which up to this point had failed.
“There, there, “ he whispered to his creation, although he wasn't sure why. “Be still,” he said quietly.
It squirmed and cried much like he had heard babies are wont to do.
He looked back at family pictures on the wall, half imagining, half daydreaming.
“She had always wanted a girl,”the man said wistfully as he looked at the picture of his late wife. He smiled faintly and then nervously returned the girl to her crib, his pen to his notebook.
“Her name is Amélie,” the scientist wrote in the notebook, then set the girl back into the crib and closed the cold steel door before stepping outside.
He lit his cigarette and took a breath, breathing out the sharp smoke. He sighed, staring out at the city, wondering what he was going to do.
“They're going to want to run all manner of tests on her. Control her,” he whispered to himself.
The scientist returns inside after a few minutes and grabs a cup of coffee on the way to the lab. As he heads to where Amélie is, his jacket begins to vibrate. He doesn't want to answer his phone, but knows he must.
“Hello, Andre,” the Scientist says.
“Hello, I understand you've made some progress. When were you going to call us, Max?”, Andre asks on the video screen.
Max smiles, trying to think quickly. “She's not a real person,” he says. “Don't worry about it.”
“All the more reason you shouldn't have any concerns over our monitoring of the project, “ the man on the other side said.
Max smiled nervously.
“You've made a very big step, haven't you?” Andre said
“Creating life is no different than creating any other thing. I've just taken the next logical step that previous scientists had not,”Max said.
“You've become a God,” Andre said, not able to suppress a smile.
Max simply nodded, trying to remain polite and unassuming.
“We are in the Northern Lands, the Presidents are working out our foreign relations,” Andre said.
“So it will be a while until you can come?” Max said. “First day next week,” Andre said, “I'll set it up with the President and the Commanders. In the meantime, I'll send something good your way. You need to celebrate your achievement. We live in a great Empire.”
“That's not necessary,”Max said, “I have sufficient food and a good lab.”
“Nonsense, Have fun! Be thankful! Get drunk! Go party! Go fuck somebody for once!“ Andre replied with a laugh and hung up.
Not two minutes later a loud whirring noise flew over the lab and Max found a plastic envelope under the door. Inside was an electronic transfer notice for ten million dollars.
He was impressed, but he was distracted by the little girl in the crib. He looked at her bright blue eyes that looked so much like hers. Then he picked her up.
He could take the ten million dollars and run away. They would find another scientist and he had done his work. He could live in Panama and smoke weed and drink rum and coke.
But he knew he could never do it with her. With Amelie. And looking into her blue eyes, he knew that wasn't an option.
He sat, holding the baby's hand as she cried, wishing his wife were there to help him out. He knew all the proper ways to hold a baby, all the proper ways to reinforce and communicate. He knew that this child was nothing more than a combination of stem cells, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen and some other trace minerals. He knew exactly how she came to be. But he was scared to death of her at the same time.
He hooked the baby up to some machines to check her vitals. Her heartbeat was very strong. Her blood tested very healthy. He smiled down at her and gave her a premixed synthetic milk formula- the best he could do at the time being.
Then he closed the door and walked outside to stare at the night city sky, filled with neon lights, helicopters and a million strange scents. He held a syringe in his hand, filled with a strong sedative.
From outside he could still hear her crying. He didn't know what to do.
He could already tell Amélie was going to be a feisty one, the way she stared so intently and he was thinking about what would happen when Andre came by and tried to take her away.
“They would probably give her something much stronger, “ Max told himself. But as he looked down at his hand, he knew it was a bad idea and so he stood outside, smoking cigarette after cigarette as the sounds of sirens and young kids having fun on a Saturday night filled the city air.
Then he came back inside and held her until she fell asleep.