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Thursday, March 20, 2014

Today's #flashfiction #DoctorHansensJob

“This message will self-destruct.”
Casino Royale* #quote


Today I solved the riddle of why the chicken crossed the road. Anyway onto the flash fiction!


Doctor Hansen's Job


        Playing God is just a simple part of my job description. Along with my coworkers in a secret facility we all play it together. But I play a few other roles. My I.D. reads Doctor Hansen, Geneticist #405 and Specimen Handler. The title of “specimen handler” is one that bestows a role of parenthood to the beings we create here.
        Those things including intelligent life for various purposes. The next model soldier, slave, pet, or whatever is needed in the market is made here. I've raised many species with their artificially short lifespans so they may never compete with humans. It is a fulfilling job to raise them when they aren't in the open world behaving as the developers in the world force them to. As the laws forcing them under humans make them.
Being both a father of these creatures and the God that created them is not the only thing that my job entails. “specimen handler” forces my hand into do one last thing. Something that fits the role of a heartless God but not that of a loving father.
       When a created creature becomes unsuccessful as a project I am the one who pulls it into the white room. A very depressing white room where I look into whatever kind of eyes it has, mutated however I made them. And then I kill them.
        I've always assumed my bosses force me to do this so I don't fall in love with my creations. So I don't care about them. After all, if I kill them regularly I couldn't pity them, I'd view them as disposable. That must have been their logic. Otherwise they would have made someone less important than a scientist with high pay spend the time to execute.
       But that failed. I still loved all my creations and cared for them. Every killing tore my own heart apart. I kept making creatures for years and killing every “unsuccessful” one that didn't live up to my employer's expectations.
      Personally I found my most successful creation to be the one that escaped from the facility to live on its own.

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