The Wacky Misadventures of Lars and Max
October 28, 2011 § Leave a comment
1. “Lars, we’ve found it.”
“…Don’t I know it,” replied his research partner after a thoughtful pause. “But what does that make us?”
“Well, I guess we’re kinda the saviors of humanity,” quipped Max in a half-joking, half-serious tone that hinted at a sense of just barely contained self-satisfaction.
“Settle down, buddy. In all seriousness, you have to realize that not everyone will see it that way.”
2. “Lars, listen to me. This is ours, we can just take it and run,” said Max, appealing to his partner like a dog begging permission to be let off its leash to chase a bird.
“Yeah? And who would believe us? Just have faith in the company. I’ve never seen’em do wrong by anybody.”
3. Neither of them had expected the project to yield fruit. After all, they were just a couple of lab techs. When the company first set them to this Sisyphean task of programming and reprogramming proteins, each had assumed on his own that he was being laid out to dry. Nevertheless, the representation of genetic material from two cells lay on the screen in front of them, one set from a cell before division, the other from one of its daughter cells after division. Complete, perfect replication of genetic information – from the parts that have a purpose to the parts that serve no other purpose than to protect those that have a purpose. Redundant as it may seem, this meant one thing to the two soon-to-be kings of humanity: immortality, in both the physical sense and the ideological sense.