I sat the cruise control at 80 mph as the car rolled up I-95. I remembered Celia, Nicole, Judy, and even Lindsey, with tears that made it to my chin. I remembered Cadi, and my sadness turned to laughter. Nicole’s mother was a blast. Arrested for racing a teenager after recovering from Alzheimer’s. So many lives I could have saved, and made their lives healthy and enjoyable, but vanity and wealth ruined it for the world.
I have a sister in Ohio that I haven’t seen in… a very long time. She should be about, seventy-two by now. I would love to give her the Durée but I know, that she would demand to give it to her kids, or someone in her life eventually, and there comes the problem again. Better for me to just remain like I am, dead to the world.
“But Martin, he is a seven-year-old kid. He needs to be a kid.” “Where did you read that crap? The population has an image of their rituals, and traditions. As long as society keeps replicating their parents, they will never be more than a carbon copy with flaws. Michael is breaking the mold, and creating a new future for his generation. When he comes out, I will ask him to show you the result of his experiments that he did since you left. He did it in two weeks! TWO FUCK’N WEEKS!”
Martin calmed down, landed his elbows on the table, and laced his fingers together. He supported his furry chin with his two thumbs and looked at Sandra. “I have been dreading this day.” He looked back and forth at us with watery eyes and stopped on Sandra “When Louis brought you to me, pregnant, and about to lose Michael, I didn’t know if I could save you both. I had been working on the bionites, and using my own DNA for the tests. I had a culture in the lab that had showed positive results and remained alive, so to speak. The objective of the test was to enhance the bionites with the knowledge of myself. Think how cool it would be if I could become an atomic sub-quark and go into the human body, the human cells, the human atomic particles, and repair or modify any damaged or dead ingredients.” He stopped and cleared his eyes.
“Michael was dead. That’s it! He was dead! I had Bethany get the culture, and we injected it intravenously. In two minutes, his heart started beating. In four minutes, his flesh showed good color. In ten minutes, all of his vitals were exactly where a newborn baby’s vitals should be.”
“You are telling me that you are as much of Michael’s father as I am?” “Basically.” He looked at the tears running down Sandra’s face. “So,” I said, “this would explain his increased intelligence and advancement of years?” “Yes and no. I was not as intelligent as Michael at his age. I launched model rockets and dissected a frog. I spent forty years getting to where he is. I never created a human organ at seven years old.” “What?” “We’ll get to that. My culture that I gave Michael had one flaw. I originally had planned to give the bionites an expiration date, at which time they would have the repairs done, and become inert in the human body. I hadn’t figured out how to do that yet.”
“So, Michael has your intelligence, with the bionites applying any modification to his brain and body parts, that they see as advantageous.” “Correct, BUT! They not only have that ability, but will increase exponentially with no cut off time.” “You really did create a mad scientist.” “Yes, the choice was to let him remain dead.” There was a long silence at the table.
That evening, Sandra wanted to go to church. There was one little church on the other side of the island. It was similar to the one that she went to in Florida so she dressed conservatively and I wore a white shirt and a tie. I ran the air conditioner in the Miata and kept the windows closed to not mess up her hair. We parked in the sand lot beside the building and sat in the car watching the people go into the church. They were all carrying bibles, so we also carried ours. We walked to the door and were greeted with handshakes and smiles. “Good evening brother.” “Good evening. I shook the procession of hands and proceeded into the room. We were the only white people in the church. I looked around a little worried.
“God doesn’t see colors.” She smiled at the room full of faces watching us, took my hand, and found two seats about half way to the front. “Hello, I am reverend Thomas. I don’t think I have met you before.” I reached up and shook his hand while he and Sandra discussed histories, where we lived, and how her father was also a minister. I sat in a daze looking at the bleeding statues and wondered why they saw their savior as a tortured man with thorns piercing his head and a baby in a manger when to the best of my reading, he was a powerful and impressive archangel before he saved humankind, and would later be their global sovereign.
I snapped back to Sandra as the music started and the hands clapped in unison. There was no air conditioning in this building. It had metal louvers on two sides and a nice ocean breeze occasionally blew a paper from the benches of randomly placed books. The preacher spoke occasionally but mostly, everyone sang. Song after song with hands clapping and butts swinging.
In the end, a bowl was passed and we dropped a twenty in as we passed it on. We left the church with the rest of the group and drove slowly along the shoreline road. It was a full moon and there was no conversation in the car. Sandra was deep in thought, and so was I. I never planned to have a family. I still don’t want to have a family. I would be restricted in my travels and activities. I love spontaneous sex and now we will be dragging a baby everywhere. The thought of leaving Sandra crossed my mind, but was quickly dismissed. Then again, there will be a baby inside her contorting her tight body into a shape that may or may not be repairable. I then questioned if it could be someone else’s baby. I almost wished it was for a few reasons. One, I would have a justified exit plan, and two, it would dismiss the possibility that the Longue Duree, that resides in my body, may kill them both as it did Nicole. I realize I am being selfish, scared, groping for an exit, but deep down I know that Sandra’s morals are infinitely higher than mine, and she would not have cheated on me. “Deal with it Louis.” I said aloud.