Mutation – Creation

IMG_0718.JPG“We experimented with the biology of flora before we made any attempts to alter the genetic makeup of earth’s primates. It was our preliminary phase; our prerequisite… and we were good at it. We would sprout gardens of wooden flowers throughout the forest, turn oak trees to glass in the winter, calcify fields of orchids, and even manipulate the density of vines so they could float in a pleasant medium – never hanging; never soaring.

We were scientists. We were imaginative. But, more-so, we were hungry for more. I never understood why the humans held us in such high regard. They called us gods and began to worship us at some point. I found it to be strange, but others reveled in the praise. Some of us believe that we did this to them; that we built a psyche that was purely a reflection of our own ego. Unfortunately, they could be right, and I cannot denounce such a claim due to a lack of proper evidence and research. Nonetheless, I think otherwise…

I believe they called us gods because we used different building materials than them. They could not fully articulate our ability to construct life out of life. In fact, it was so foreign to them that the humans concluded that we were so powerful that we were worthy of praise. Would you like the breakdown? The elementary description of this divide? They built with bricks, metals, mud and wood, whereas we used living things as our building materials.

There is a rise in atheism today. It doesn’t bother me one way or another, in fact, it supports my previous hypothesis. All over the world men and women in white lab coats toy with the genetics of living things, reconstructing new life out of life. They are good at it… and they are hungry for more. New life out of old life – men and women into gods. My garden of wooden flowers is coming full circle now, and I am eager to see who their next god will be.”

About Connor Wilkins

Quickly, quickly... take your seat. Our storyteller is about to begin. Shhhh. Listen... His pipes are fluting emotions of myth and fable, but don't be fooled by fantasia for there are truths hidden within his unworldly tellings. We're drifting now... back in time to a world only he remembers.
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