April 3, 2015

Board Meeting: Harvard Medical Board Room

"Listen to me! We cannot continue on this path. They are our children. They are the future. They are the ones who ..."

"Stop babbling, Thomas. Look at me your wife. Is this not what all husbands want in their wife?" cried Sonya as she seductively started to disrobe.

"Stop right there. You are no longer flesh. You are no longer the woman I held in my arms, the one I made love to. The Sonya I knew, the Sonya I loved, the Sonya that gave birth to our daughter is dead. You are not Sonya, you are not a human for you can no longer feel and God no longer holds you in the palm of his hand. Your heart Sonya has become, become as cold as the stone it is made of. If you could see past the mirror, allow all your senses to tell you what you are, and then you would understand it is not beauty you possess. Look in the mirror if you dare. Look in the mirror and truly see the hideous monster you have become. Your outer shell cannot hide the emptiness of your heart, that body with no soul, a soul with no footprints. Don't listen to those who give you false praise and feed your ego for those are things that do not matter, and they only feed your ego to get what it is their soulless life desires. Once they get what they want and have sex with a mannequin, they realize that beautiful outer shell is empty inside. Their eyes will eventually see you, see the real you. That false image disappears and the real you appears. Then like me, once I could no longer find what was left of your soul, they are repulsed. I was fooled but I see you for what you are and in the end they will not be fooled. Your ugliness will always be revealed to those who want to see. Those that have the strength to look! Listen to me, all of you, hear what I am saying. She offers you slavery. A slave to your fears of aging, of death, do not be fooled by her false image, for although blood flows through her veins her heart beats not, and she is without a soul, truly the walking dead." Thomas has spoken long but no one was listening. Sonya's beauty had taken away the mind of the men in the room, and the women, well they were lost too. All wanting to be like her. Their false idol. Their image of perfection.

Sonya, unable and not wanting to hear her husband's assertions either, continued to disrobe. She had listened to his babblings far too long. He was not her father. He was her husband; he was to take care of her needs and wants. He never supported her. Never helped her with her journey, she needed to find those that would. Her mom was right all along.

Since she was a young girl her mother told her that it was her looks that would bring her happiness, for without looks you have nothing. Sonya has spent her life in front of the mirror creating an image for others to admire but each time she looked, she saw flaws and was never satisfied, never beautiful enough for her or her mother. Each man she had did not satisfy her but made her feel empty as it never made her feel beautiful, always left her feeling exposed. Now here she was the most beautiful woman God or should we say man ever created and she was going to savor every moment as every man and woman around this table would admire her. She always could sense the hunger others had for her as she even hungered for herself. She enjoyed looking at herself, touching herself and using others to satisfy her desires as she watched voyeuristically in the mirrors that surrounded her bed brought her the only pleasure she knew. It only lasted a short time and then she needed more.

As she walked she exposed what appeared to be the most delicate, velvety smooth skin anyone in the boardroom had ever lay witness to. This woman who was soon to be fifty-five, had regained the youthfulness of her body—better. Her breasts were two perfectly formed orbs, firm. Nipples centered and pointing straight ahead. Her breasts only had the slightest bounce as she walked toward each board member inviting them to touch the firmness of her body. As she walked, her sparkling blue eyes were fixated on the full-length mirror in the corner of the boardroom, admiring her newly created body. Looking at herself always made her feel powerful. Her beauty gave her power.

All board members felt the firmness of her muscles, the softness of her flesh, yet something was not right. It was not warm to the touch, nor was it cool. This was not skin they were touching. Yet it looked like skin. What was this protective covering that encased her body?

"You all can have a body like this. Each one of you, like me, can recapture your youth. I am offering everyone here immortality. Let the brilliant Dr. Fairholm demonstrate to you what he has created. What I have become?" Sonya sat down but remained undressed to symbolize her power, her everlasting beauty—her immortality. Sonya's eyes remained fixated on the mirror, seemingly unaware of all others in the room, a slave to her vanity.

"Listen to me! All of you please listen to me! Do not be fooled by the illusion you see. Beauty is not seen through the eyes but through the heart. Sonya is no longer Sonya. She is not human. Humans have compassion, have heart, can love, grow old, put the needs of their children over their own needs. She is not woman, or man. Touch my flesh—this is what it is to be human. I am human. I am what man is to become. I am old, gray, and wrinkled, accepting of my place in the circle of life. Look at this scar on my cheek, my crow's feet, touch my flesh, and see the tears that are in my eyes. This is what makes us human. This is who we are! Each of us different, each of us God's creation, each of us unique, each of us in control of our immortality. There was a time when I would hold Sonya's breasts in my hands. Her breasts were soft, real, sagged. They were alive. She was alive. All those things she has forsaken made her real to me—made her human. Do not let Dr. Fairholm tell you he can bring about immortality. Immortality is here." Thomas picked up the Bible; he had begun to carry around with him ever since Sonya had got involved with Dr. Fairholm. She did not want to die. Neither did Thomas, but death was the price of life. He went to the scriptures of past generations to find his immortality, but Sonya went to Dr. Fairholm.

"Put down your Bible Thomas. It is a fool's game. Listen to Dr. Fairholm! Behold!" Sonya once again stood exposing all her magnificence. As she rose, her breasts remained motionless, they moved up as she moved up. They too stared directly into the mirror enslaved by their power.

"Sonya is partially correct. Yes, I can give you back your youth." Dr. Fairholm reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small tube filled with a crimson fluid. It was the color of blood, yet it was not blood. This fluid also contained microscopic active tissue. Dr. Fairholm had been researching the extension of life for years. He began his search as part of the Genome Project. The Genome Project that began in 1990 started the process of mapping the approximately one hundred thousand genes on the twenty-three human chromosomes. Eventually he sequenced the 3 billion DNA base pairs that make up these genes. The goal of the project was to understand the basis of genetic diseases and to gain an insight into what destroys our genes and eventually understand how to protect them. Dr. Fairholm was more interested in the alteration of genes. Through his early participation in the project he clearly understood the...