Everyone
has a Blank.
Like
the atom or gravity or any revolutionary science, this was hypothesized
long before it was proven.
Nicco
Paillasses (1575-1611) first proposed the Blank. Some of his details
were off, but most of the terminology didn’t have words yet. He
imagined it in the heart, where he believed thought and inspiration
came from and flowed through to the rest of the body.
“A
void in the heart; a space that’s mere existence proves nothing,
but whose nonbearing makes humanity yearn to fill-it-up, usually in
a belief in a higher-power.”
The
church burned him for it. They apologized recently, before going bankrupt.
Too little, too late was the general consensus.
They’d
never found the soul. There was no gland or tissue or organ for it.
They’d decoded the genome, fine-toothed combed the whole of the
human body. Nothing. No evidence whatsoever.
But
they did find the Blank.
Dr.
Johan Rhodes (2003- ) found it in the brain. A blank, spherical region
that avoided all detection. They bombarded it with x-rays and gamma
radiation; they did CAT scans and thermal mappings. It was about the
size of a grain of sand and so far, every human tested had it.
Why
didn’t they see it before?
There
weren’t many preserved brains, but there were enough. Just fifty
years ago, it was the size of a pinprick. One hundred years ago, an
electron.
The Blank was growing.
They
have cloned organs that operate at peak efficiency. They have synthetic
muscles that outlast pistons. Smart drugs grown in labs for less than
pennies. External wombs and cures for everything.
But
they still have the Blank and they still have death. The desperate seek
to connect the two, hoping that by filling the former, they will eradicate
the latter.
The
Blank is the size of a quarter now.
The
Roslin Institute recently introduced the first Entheogen (Greek; to
generate God from within) Children.
Genetically
engineered beings, synthetically altered with no Blank. There is already
talk of wiping our minds and downloading human consciousness once we’ve
reached maturity. All for the highest bidder, of course.
It
won’t work.
I
can hear them planning this for us, inside my vat. I can hear their
thoughts. I can hear their DNA telling me things. I know their secret
histories and possible futures. If they’d teach me to speak, I
could tell them. If they’d let me open my eyes, I could show them.
Some
CEO is here to size me up before making a bid. He’s very concerned
about genitalia.
He
tops the current offers by nearly 400 million dollars.
This
won’t work.
They’ll
never know the truth.
