Sunday, January 24, 2016

The Sempiternal World ((Worlds Beyond) (with Dr. G.B. McGee)) #5 In Poetic Prose


Dr. McGee, lost, I mean really misplaced,  on this new sphere, rather I should say trapped on what he originally called the Dark Planet, after the Galaxy burped all its guts, and gases up and out of its black hole, to form this new world and tiny galaxy, was at this point not a happy camper, not completely.

Now on this sempiternal world for a year, an alien planet without an official name, Earth is becoming a formidable memory. But this day his mind is stirred, shadows in his mind stirred are being formed, he sees, not sees, hears female voices afar, he feels a strange warmth to those voices, per near a fervor develops, he drops his fruit, devouring it no more. The closer the voices come, the more aroused he becomes. He now moves branches in his way, the sun blotched his vision, shaking his head, putting an elephant type leaf over his head for a hat, he recoiled his vision quickly, he waved madly as to be seen by the seven shadows, in the far-off distance.  They are females, young and lovely. Without pause, he keeps waving his hands in burning contentment.

(Interlude: McGee would learn in time, there was a village of women, taken from Earth during the 14th century, and these were the remnants of that village, for most all died of the plague but those now who were but approaching shadows, —But by whom?—who is to say? But brought all the same. Brought to his consternation, yet this was his twilight, the reason he was brought, in the first place, for his DNA. It was at this juncture also, he no longer feared the long eared giant flora that seemed to guard this world.  And to be frank, they appeared to withdraw their gloomy look.)

Thought Dr. Butch McGee, “Why did these women survive, I mean how?”
       Always a scientist, he pondered this question long and hard. Did they have part of the Gerome of the Neanderthal like him?   Really all humans did not come from the same ancestors, but yes, all belonged to one family, humanity, he concluded. So they survived from the DNA of the Denisovans. It is hard said, but the truth is the truth, these women survived because of their immune system. Now his question was to his second mind: could a billion years be interjected into a million, in time and space, like injecting an anesthesia into the mouth of a desert.
       McGee cohabitated with all seven women, and it came to mind in those early months, how quickly oxygen became so plentiful throughout the Dark Planet, becoming a part of this sphere, evidently only taking 1.5 million years, compared to earth’s atmosphere that perhaps took four billion years to form. It was a mystery of mysteries, a quantum mystery.
       He measured the air, every five molecules being O2   consequently he knew eukaryotic cells (being a single cell or multicellular organism) had good nuclei, and two sets of walls, a special protein bond and contact with the DNA, this protected the DNA, which protects the chromosomes. Therefore, whoever wanted the race renewed was willing to experiment with tribal interbreeding and those now in place, being: he and his seven wives and his children, were the bottom of the iceberg, the peak yet to be seen.  By and large, his children would have a strong immune system indeed.

#4985/1-8 & 9-2016
No: SF Vignette #5 (with Dr. McGee)