ARTIFICIAL GENE

Date: 5/1/2019

I was a researcher in a secret facility. In here, there were a lot of people working non stop from early morning until very late at night and i was just one of them. But i was more fortunate than most. I might not be the lead researcher of a project but the leader of a small group. We had around 4-5 people in our group, i couldn’t remember clearly. But it does not matter. What matters is the project we were working on. In this research facility, we had already uncovered the secrets of producing and raising human clones. Though we had not had the ability to produce them industrially but we could raise them into their mature stage faster without waiting for 20 years or more. And my group was in charge of a small part in a big and most important project in this facility. Our goal was to improve human genes. In order to create better human, to control evolution. Talking this much about biology is probably enough. If i continue i could talk about this all day plus this is not the main point of this dream. When my dream starts, i was entering the laboratory, changing into my lab coat alone in the changing room. The room was white, cold with a strong antiseptic smell. It was very quiet but i knew i was not alone. There were always cameras and of course another reason is because i came early. Then when i almost done with changing, a guy came in. I frowned and felt really uncomfortable. Actually, my mood had not been good for a while now. Anyway, this guy who just came in is a clone who had been genetically modified, currently working in this facility. And one of the main reason why i hate him is because he was originally my clone. Now let's talk about the reason for my terrible mood first. When we started to have our first success in modifying genes, i was happy because making a breakthrough is a dream of every scientists. And then that happiness slowly became fear when we have our most recent breakthrough. My small group was the one which made it. At that time i finally understood why we were not meant to have the ability to control evolution. Actually, what we were doing was not evolution at all. I did not even know what it was anymore.  Along the progress of the research, the clones slowly became separate individuals from their original ones. Because their genes more or less had undergone modification. They look different, they look better, they look perfect. But i noticed how they reacted with small things, like the crazy interest they had on food. The amount of food they consumed compare with normal clones had drastically increased. And what they like the most was undoubtedly: meat. Apparently, according to the lead researcher when i suggested him to stop the project for further examination, he said: "superior species have superior demands". I failed to stop it.  Everything soon begun. In my dream, there are 2 main scenes. First is when i met the person who originally is my clone. Well, actually he is not even me. What we have in common maybe just some fundamental genes which made up a human if he really is one. The second one is in a large room, a big one, like a theater but without seats. My clone, he was sitting in a chair in the middle of the stage, smiling charmingly. In front of him was the bottom half of a researcher, kneeling. On the right was another clone, a beautiful woman with black hair. He ordered the clones to slowly bring the originals one by one on the stage for the most brutal execution. Then he would drop the bodies down under the floor of the stage. Down there are the failed clone experiments, the monsters. I was scared. But at the same time, i knew this would happen. The clones. They were looking for me. I did not know the reason. But everyone was all dead. The only ones remain are the ones in the theater.  I ran to the back of the facility, to the old buildings. There had not been anyone there for over a year now. In fact, this place should have been rebuilt. But because the heads of the facility was too busy and blinded by the false success of the gene researches. All the money and human resources had been used up to make this disaster.  It was morning at that time. I walked in the old building desperate to find a way out. I walked on the hallway, under the sunlight shined through the dirty yellow glass window. I have to reach the ground floor. I want to leave. After a while, i heard footsteps. An old man was patrolling the hall. I know him. He was the oldest employee in the facility. He has been working in this old building since who knows when. I supposed he does not know about the slaughter because it had not been long since the first blood.  He found me and was very surprised, he asked me about the blood on my lab coat. I did not say anything. We did not have enough time for a story. He led me through the rooms, show me the way out. But i was too naive. I knew how the project goes, i knew the purpose. I knew everything but one thing: The time. The old man was a genetically modified man. Not a clone made in the laboratory. But a real modified embryo. He was just like the clones, trapped between these walls, raised like pigs and waited to be slaughtered. They want freedom. They want out!  I was caught. But they did not kill me. Because of my clone, he is the leader and he wants me to live.