((Worlds
Beyond) (with Dr. G.B. McGee))
Dr. McGee, seemingly lost on
this new sphere, if not seriously trapped for the moment, which he ordained the
Dark Planet, after its 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 on this sempiternal world for a year. On 366th
Day, his mind stirred when shadows appeared in far-off distance: ‘Are they
friendly shadows?’ he questioned in his mind. He or she shadows? Primitive or
civilized shadows, they looked like human being, whatever kind of shadows they
were. Then he hears female voices; there is a strange warmth to those voices he
invokes, and 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 blotches his vision slightly, 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 shadows, in the far-off
distance. They are females, young and
lovely. Without pause, he keeps waving his hands in burning contentment. The
closer they come the more primitive they look, on this infinite and inestimable
world.
(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, —were the survivors! Brought somehow to this invaluable world,
perhaps through a gateway, by whom? Who’s to say? Brought to this location by
alarm, yet this was a new twilight for him, perhaps the reason he was brought,
in the first place, if not for his DNA alone than for to examine their
primitive intelligence and somehow accomplish in years what would take
centuries: to upgrade their heritability, that is to say he knew by evidence
people are more or less all the same, intelligence is a giftedness by God, of a
people within a civilization, which is a better answer than determining a race
is less intellect because of its race, but rather because of its advancement
within that race. Environment, nutrition, being factors, admixture with another
race, domestication. Intermarriage spreads mental traits. Epistemology, the
production of knowledge, was the key, an old philosophy by the Greeks, in the
study of the nature of knowledge. That
it was learned by preceding generation after generation, one’s logic, the
difference between primitive and civilized is like irrationality to
rationality, one must work on habitual mental operations. And he could teach
them. For they looked in need. It was at
this juncture also, he no longer feared the long eared giant flora that seemed
to guard this world, and gave him a strange feel on his pathways. And to be frank, they appeared to withdraw
their gloomy look. Perhaps they knew this race of down and outs, and actually
had an outlook for them. And was hoping McGee was their savior, to bring forth
a newer and better, and more intellectual future.)
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
were survivors because of their immune system. Now his question was to his
second mind: could a billion years be interjected into a million, or better said,
can one decade upgrade their primitive logic to a more, advancement to the 21st
Century’s way of thinking, or at least could they clutch onto is corners? That said, could he be the injecting of an
anesthesia into their thinking, and reasoning? He would try.
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; again he knew,
the dimensions in space were different, like at the beginning of the universe,
its physics were not the same as it was today. As the universe expanded, so did
its physics, its chemistry, its makeup, its learning, just like his seven
wives. It was a mystery of mysteries, a quantum mystery.
He
measured the air, every five few months, for the decade he was to remain on
this orb: the 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 wives and now his children, were but the bottom
of the iceberg, the peak yet to be seen, and not seen for another
generation. By and large, his children
would have a strong immune system indeed, and an upgrade of intelligence of
five centuries.
#4985/1-8 & 9-2016/revised 2-6-2016
Note: Part II, to
“McGee’s Dark Eden” original name “The Sempiternal World” to is more legendry
story, now called “The Privative and Inestimable World”
