“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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