Bongani Magadla
Fallen Angel
Sylas looked down at the blemishes that were beginning to blossom on his hands. His caramel complexion slowly becoming darker and lighter at the same time. The usual nightmares had not visited him last night; blessing him with restful sleep for the first time in almost a month. The faces in those nightmares were as clear as day. He pressed his hand down to the Stabilizer. After doing this for 16 years, the sting of the Stabilizer was little more than an ant bite. What exactly does the Stabilizer stabilize? This had been the first question he had asked when he was selected to be in the Cerebel Corps. He graduated second in his class despite falling asleep halfway through the final exam. He was sixteen now. His life wasn’t filled with swings and toy cars. He was an adult. Sylas walked down the chrome hallways of the building where he had been gifted his own laboratory. Most lab overseers were 20, but his promising work prompted the Ministry to give Sylas his own lab at such a young age. Sylas hung up his coat and walked to the window. He didn’t understand his compulsion to stand near a window. The Orb had begun its ascent into the sky. The farms of the Growers cut the ground into a beautiful grid with each square having a different color combination. He liked to imagine that the faces in his head had brought him there when he was young. In every memory of them, they were always smiling and laughing. Why were they so happy? Why were they with me? Why did they leave? When he was younger he had tried excruciatingly hard to try and forget the faces. But every time he drank from the chrome cafeteria cups, or walked past mirror, the faces were always there smiling right back at him. The female face shared his dark skin, lips, and eyebrows. The face on his other shoulder more rugged; Sylas assumed that he was a male. His sharp nose a carbon copy of Sylas’ nose. He had heard legends of a time when people knew their chromosome donors. They were called “parents”. Sylas dismissed the thought believing it to be illogical. Where they my parents? I doubt it, were created through a process. It’s illogical to burden a child with meaningless relationships that do not increase its ability to carry out its Function. “Dr. Sylas, the results from last month's experiment are in.” Henri, a 12 year old who had graduated #1 in his class had been assigned to be his protege. “Remind me again what it was we were experimenting on” The early stages of memory loss were beginning to creep into Sylas’ everyday life. “Well, we analyzed the rate of cell atrophy between a human, a …show more content…
Cows are one of the closest relative to humans. With a 99.3% DNA match, whatever that happened within a cow's system should also be happening within a human. The natural lifespan of a fully grown cow is 15 years. The energy production of a cow was just as efficient and strong as a humans. The rat is another close relative to humans. The cells within the rat also were decaying at normal rates. However, the numbers that were returned for the human cells did not add up. S**t. Sylas looked over every difference between what could be causing the extreme fatigue within human cells. Even though the rats and cows are 99% related to humans, the other 1% can be accounted for. The mechasymposus was the only organelle that was not present in the other animals. Sylas had read every book with even an iota of biological data within them. Nowhere could he find the timeline of how humans came to need this organelle. The only person he could ask was the Minister of Science. “We began to biosynthesize them to help us live. After the Fall, humans began to produce them.” Sylas had accepted this answer and until now, believed them. The more he thought about it, he could never identify their precise function within his cells. Their ubiquity across all types of cells also made him question the answer given by the minister. Sylas began to devise an
Fallen Angel
Sylas looked down at the blemishes that were beginning to blossom on his hands. His caramel complexion slowly becoming darker and lighter at the same time. The usual nightmares had not visited him last night; blessing him with restful sleep for the first time in almost a month. The faces in those nightmares were as clear as day. He pressed his hand down to the Stabilizer. After doing this for 16 years, the sting of the Stabilizer was little more than an ant bite. What exactly does the Stabilizer stabilize? This had been the first question he had asked when he was selected to be in the Cerebel Corps. He graduated second in his class despite falling asleep halfway through the final exam. He was sixteen now. His life wasn’t filled with swings and toy cars. He was an adult. Sylas walked down the chrome hallways of the building where he had been gifted his own laboratory. Most lab overseers were 20, but his promising work prompted the Ministry to give Sylas his own lab at such a young age. Sylas hung up his coat and walked to the window. He didn’t understand his compulsion to stand near a window. The Orb had begun its ascent into the sky. The farms of the Growers cut the ground into a beautiful grid with each square having a different color combination. He liked to imagine that the faces in his head had brought him there when he was young. In every memory of them, they were always smiling and laughing. Why were they so happy? Why were they with me? Why did they leave? When he was younger he had tried excruciatingly hard to try and forget the faces. But every time he drank from the chrome cafeteria cups, or walked past mirror, the faces were always there smiling right back at him. The female face shared his dark skin, lips, and eyebrows. The face on his other shoulder more rugged; Sylas assumed that he was a male. His sharp nose a carbon copy of Sylas’ nose. He had heard legends of a time when people knew their chromosome donors. They were called “parents”. Sylas dismissed the thought believing it to be illogical. Where they my parents? I doubt it, were created through a process. It’s illogical to burden a child with meaningless relationships that do not increase its ability to carry out its Function. “Dr. Sylas, the results from last month's experiment are in.” Henri, a 12 year old who had graduated #1 in his class had been assigned to be his protege. “Remind me again what it was we were experimenting on” The early stages of memory loss were beginning to creep into Sylas’ everyday life. “Well, we analyzed the rate of cell atrophy between a human, a …show more content…
Cows are one of the closest relative to humans. With a 99.3% DNA match, whatever that happened within a cow's system should also be happening within a human. The natural lifespan of a fully grown cow is 15 years. The energy production of a cow was just as efficient and strong as a humans. The rat is another close relative to humans. The cells within the rat also were decaying at normal rates. However, the numbers that were returned for the human cells did not add up. S**t. Sylas looked over every difference between what could be causing the extreme fatigue within human cells. Even though the rats and cows are 99% related to humans, the other 1% can be accounted for. The mechasymposus was the only organelle that was not present in the other animals. Sylas had read every book with even an iota of biological data within them. Nowhere could he find the timeline of how humans came to need this organelle. The only person he could ask was the Minister of Science. “We began to biosynthesize them to help us live. After the Fall, humans began to produce them.” Sylas had accepted this answer and until now, believed them. The more he thought about it, he could never identify their precise function within his cells. Their ubiquity across all types of cells also made him question the answer given by the minister. Sylas began to devise an