He saw God

Israel Walters is an ageing scientist in a society which has long since moved past his kind of science, the science of the olden days. He is the remnants of a time past, of a time when science were willing to admit it's faults...

Just a quick history, nothing long or fancy.


1. He saw God

Finally, he thought. Finally he would get to see his life’s work in action, so to say. He had recently begun to worry about whether it would happen in his lifetime at all. Until he hit a breakthrough, that was. Now he had no doubts. He had no fears that the project would fail. He knew, deep in his heart, that it would succeed, that it had to succeed.

He had been the laughingstock of the scientific society for too many years now. Ungodly, they had called his research: A blemish on the face of science, a misfit to be swept under the rug. And so he had been: Exiled in all but name, he had been forced to make do with a minimum of funding, the oldest laboratory on the entire university, no staff to help him in his efforts, and the unvoiced: “Should you fail, which you will, you won’t have to resign.”

They were fools, of course, to think that they knew everything about the applications of stem cells: That it was impossible to do what he would do. Frey and her supporters were too stuck in their ways, too unwilling to think in new directions: Too unwilling to fail.

He shook his head sadly as he went about preparing the equipment for the experiment. He remembered the old days, the old scientists who weren’t afraid to fail. Who took failure as something that wasn’t entirely bad, because it brought new knowledge about the subject. Sadly, that left the world when Kozlowski left this world for whatever was beyond the grave.

As he punched in the final adjustments for the test, he sighed with the knowledge that he was a remnant of a lost time. Hopefully the success of this project, after so many failures, would show the world that not everything had to be successful the first time. Hopefully.

He doubted it though. Since the Last Great Interplanetary War, science had gone in a downwards spiral, with one thing dragging it down: Obsession with success. No one wanted to be the one to fail an experiment, for Frey’s father had led a strong party of scientists who rarely, if ever, failed. They rarely ventured out of their safe little bubble of knowledge, of course, but they still had more success than most others, even if that success was merely based on updating old methods.

They had dragged the rest of the scientific society down with them, he thought. Sad though it was, it was the new reality and most of the young pups couldn’t be blamed for it. They’d grown up with this kind of science. They’d never known anything else. He snapped, activating the recorder in the room.

“This is Israel Walters, project Genesis Homo, test 376. Initiate sequence 216.”

The fluid in the tub in the middle of the test room began bubbling, at first mildly, but then slowly more violently, until a vaguely oval or oblong shape began forming in it.

Israel almost had a heart attack at this point. Never had it gone this far successfully.

“Computer, please note the progress of the test,” he said, barely able to contain his excitement. “It would appear that the introduction of Sol/51 into the mass has helped with the forming of the shape.”

But at this point, the shape was no longer oblong, no longer oval. It was humanoid. It was still merely a greenish-grey mass, but it was slowly getting human features. More specifically, Israel’s features. The mouth started forming, then the nose, fingers and feet. Nails appeared and the skin began to get the correct colour. Hair grew on the head of the embryo, turning white as it did.

Then, suddenly, the eyes opened and it sat up.

“It worked then, did it?” It, no, he asked.

Israel fell over as his heart stopped. 

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