A star and two small planets could be seen in the sky, through the Council Room window of the Main Building. A man alone contemplates, seriously and thoughtfully, the immense darkness, decorated with tiny specks of light, shining on the outside and oblivious to his grief.
"This world is doomed by sameness and monotony. We live for too long a time, but our existence is not necessarily filled with any kind of pleasure. There is no real purpose in living long, preserving the species, or even saving the planet. If an accident destroys this civilization, what difference would the universe feel? What difference could the past make? What if the accident were somewhere in the past, even before the great destruction? Would it really make any difference?
Here and now there is nothing that can give us any reason for pride or for longing to live. Our existence is empty. It is all so gray and dull, without any beauty. There are no feelings either good or bad. Why do we need to keep this thing still working? "
***
- I don’t want to be an experiment anymore. I will no longer be serving as a guinea pig for the creation of a sterile vaccine. I do not want to be changed anymore. This is what makes me unique in this crowd of equals.
- But the mutation is going pretty fast. Your back is covered with these black and white furry spots that are already spreading to the rest of your body and your defenses are low. You will not hold out for long.
- It's my choice.
- You do not have this option, by the rules... No clone has... in these circumstances...
- I am David, the Thirteenth... If things had been different, I would have been chosen to be the next Supreme, for being the best and the stronger, or to be an explorer of the Universe. Now I'm just a freak. It is better to let life go its normal course... or curse… and I'll live with it... for as long as it's possible...
- That can be for very little time, now, you know.
- Whatever. The vaccine does not work, anyway.
***
- We live in a planet, which, together with other smaller ones, revolves around
a small star, which has limited natural light, but keeps the system functioning
in a balanced way. The planet's orbit around itself occurs for a shorter period
than on Earth, for obvious reasons. Time, then, has a different concept. As the
day has fewer hours, the count of years is therefore different. The control of
life in this system of planets belongs to a group of scientists, who constitute
an intellectual elite.
- Why do you use the count of years as A.D.?
- Because the founders wanted to pay a homage to Earth, the planet they originally came from.
- And what are the clones created for, anyway?
- Each planet, in this cluster of other smaller planetoids, has its own peculiarity. What makes this one habitable is the unique and unusual feature of having Oxygen, although in much less quantity than on planet Earth. The element, vital to human life, is processed, filtered and used within the protected structures, which we call Stations. This feature is not the only thing we have in common with our distant predecessor from another galaxy. A stream of water-like liquid flowing through underground rivers is collected, reprocessed and transformed into potable water and then made available to the inhabitants in a natural way. But we are facing a new problem: we are quickly running out of this available water-like liquid. Research teams have already been sent in search of alternatives, through the galaxy, but so far, nothing real has been found. These small teams are mostly composed of selected clones, specially trained for this type of operation. An advanced robotic unit accompanies the crew of each spacecraft. At the moment, we have just a few of them out in the searching trips because we cannot create enough clones.
- Cloning is a reality and it is inevitable, being practically the only form of reproduction in our time. The process is interrupted, from the moment we find that the resistance of the body to any type of problem, physical or mental, is practically guaranteed. After the vaccine has been applied, some characteristics are allowed to mature on their own, forming different individuals within the cocoons, such as chrysalides, in the incubators. We do not use human wombs. Not all of these individuals come to the end of the process and survive, because the vaccine is quite aggressive, but it must be so. When they are ready, the strongest are selected and reported to the Supreme, who inspects them, along with the Council, to send them to the Main Building. This planet is inhabited by a single race, which speaks a unique language. The new humans are virtually devoid of hairs, having their skull box enlarged in size and their bodies diminished in proportion. Once well trained, they will be part of the teams selected by the Council to explore the galaxy. The others, of a more regular, but resistant lineage, are sent for the production of Oxygen. Demographic density is kept under strict control. Our resources are limited, so we have to use them effectively.
- This is amazing. And it all started with my research, in a remote past...
The head of the scientists laughed, a little embarrassed. The man seemed not to be fully aware of the importance his research has had so far in developing that race, which represented, in one way or another, the future of mankind. He could not be blamed for being so naïve, however, since more than twenty-five centuries had passed since then and he could have never guessed that would go so far.
- Yes, doctor. All this based on your precious research... in the remote past and on a planet a bit different from this.
***
- Leona! I need you to come to the lab right away. Something very strange has happened.
- What thing?
- You better come and see... I do not know what to say...
When they arrived they realized that the laboratory was empty, except for a Monarch, standing on the wall.
- How did it come here?
Leona laughed.
- I do not know, for sure, but I have an idea of where it might have come from... a certain clone... that traveled to the past and was enchanted by music and a flock of butterflies...
***
- The outbreak is uncontrollable. The clones perish very quickly and the line can
no longer produce them to meet the needs, due to the incubation period. The
continuation of life is doomed.
- I have an idea. Do we still have the Monarch with us?
- Yes. But what's a butterfly for, now, anyway?
- That's how the study began. Maybe we have a chance... We're going to have to start all over again. We isolated the DNA and made a vaccine in the past. The original one does not even work anymore. We have to start from scratch. There was something, in the meantime, that stopped working and we do not have enough time to try and repair it. We have to start all over again.
- Yes. Let's stop trying to recover the unrecoverable and do everything from the beginning, again.
- OK. But it may take a long time before we get to the point where we were, before the incident.
- Perhaps. At least we'll know what to do from this point on...
***
The Supreme looked at
the black and white patches covering his thin, pale body. They seemed covered
with a dense layer of very soft hair. He felt a pang of pain in his head. He
knew that his defenses were compromised, as a result of the anomaly and for no
longer taking the vaccines.
He sighed and looked up at the sky of that desolate and insignificant planet in the midst of the infinite Universe, so little known, despite all the evolutions after the First Chaos and decided that it was time for a radical decision.
"This was not supposed to happen. They are very close to finding a solution. If they suspect of anything, they will turn against me. But I'll never let them know what I did. I have to fix this situation straightaway before it gets too late."
He programmed the main computer, which controlled all the units, for two actions. Destruction was absolutely necessary. He concluded his commands and sat down, relaxed, as he had never done since he had become the Supreme.
"Genocide and suicide. It was a great idea to sabotage the production of the vaccines, since I discovered that the anomaly could be a great opportunity for the extermination of this sterile breed of beings. This will all look like an accident, but who do I have to explain something to, anyway? There will be nothing left! What a great plan!"
He closed his eyes and waited. In a few seconds, the planet imploded and then exploded completely, in a predetermined sequence, taking on a huge cloud of debris, already devoid of any sign of life, traveling at high speed through the space, in all directions.
A solitary capsule wandered adrift not far from where the asteroid existed a few moments before. Inside it, a metal tube carried precious information about a race of humanoids, who lived on a small, arid planet that ceased to exist. The capsule is thrown, along with the debris of the destroyed planet, through the silent, dark emptiness of space, being drawn into a crevice in the midst of the chaos and disappearing completely with a quick flash of light.
***
On a nearly deserted beach, two young men were talking while walking side by
side, each one with a beer can in hand. A flash of lightning crossed the darkness,
drawing their attention, especially because the sky seemed clean and starry.
The sound of something big falling into the sea, right behind where they came
from, made them stop and come back.
The strange metal object floated on the ocean water, swaying to the taste of the waves and still steaming.
It was a warm summer night in the Anno Domini of 2018.
