A Perfect World

Chapter Twelve - The Balance Affected by All

THIS Building Western Wall

Sometime before September...

"Children of this world are born from the womb of a mother. When they finally are returned to their mother after birth, they know who their mother is the moment they lock eyes with them. This level of spiritual connection to their mother, allows them to recognize them as their maternal caretaker. However, as studies shown, at the age of 7, this bond is usually severed sometime during the year. Thus, at this age they are no longer part of the spiritual dimension. This means that somehow, we humans are a by-product of a godly nature, this may support what the old text of the "Bible" meant, and what many beliefs out there say. However, from further research we acquired, we don't have any connections to any supernatural beings. In fact, the stories of beings coming from the sky may be precursors to that of us humans. If this is true however, it may mean that we ourselves are gods in our own way. It may be the reason why we are able to create things. The old "Bible" says that creation is only for gods, but if we can't create, how would we live?"

A man looked out of the window, overlooking the city. His face was smooth and slightly bulky, while his hair was a dark-brown color. His name-plate that reflected the city in the background had an engravement on it; 'Alfred'. He watched the city waking up as he reached over to his cup filled with dark liquid and took a sip out of it. He breathed out as he relished the taste, the drink was coffee, this coffee was Alfred's favorite kind. Since World War III, the coffee has become increasingly hard to procure. It used to be grown in the then-country of Panama, and since the changes that the war brought with it, most of the territories reluctantly gave most of their domains to the then "United States". After the war, most of the remaining forces burned and destroyed most of the resources and centers of life they used to have, rendering most of the land infertile to be used.

Alfred decided after the war to give his time in genetics and artificial life engineering. Flash forward a year and Alfred offered to be apart of THIS' selective breeding and genetics program. Which fed his desire to have fine quality foods grown with artificial lots that contained various climates of the earth. Each lot had the potential to recreate old tastes that no one could tell the difference in. This was all possible because of his knowledge of certain world foods. His love for expensive coffee and tastes, brought a job in genetics.

Lately, he gave time in the manufacture and culturing of drugs which lead into Psychic studies. His main goal now was studying Common World Psychics, he wanted to know why they became the way they were. He wanted to know the key to unlocking the powers that were from them. He knew from previous research that Children are born with a psychic and spiritual connection. If he could know where the "Third-Eye" was located, maybe he could use his knowledge to see if he can make the brain respond to it. One problem was that most cultures that delved into the subject wound up coming up with a "Price" that almost always came with the activation. If he could also figure out what this meant, it could mean that he could restore or make new connections within the person's mind to allow them to use their full potential.

In his previous writings, he mentioned how people with selective abilities given to them somehow, someway, had to live a certain lifestyle. In reports, people with the ability to heal has something to do with genetics, or they must be worshiping or following a certain way of life. Other people doing the impossible other than those who are inclined in the scientific way often got to his nerves, it irked him. If he could bypass this without using the unstable 'GW' drug he helped develop prior, he would be able to make anyone psychic or give them god-like powers. All he has to do is figure out a way, but so far that proves hard against ethics and most people of any culture would look down upon him from their high stature.

"Religion... Cultures... If only they didn't exist." He murmured to himself as he took another sip of coffee. Before too long, his monitor beeped and turned on and started up a speech system. "New message from Mr. K. He wants you to come up to his office asap sir." Alfred looked at the monitor and stood up from his chair, leaving his coffee there. Groaning, he grabbed his lab coat and started to walk to the door. "Tell him I'll be up." He said out loud, letting the computer process it while he exited the room.