Delving in the Hands of God

"Nay; it will exist entirely, in its current state, to show the truth to the world," said Dr. Brinks. "Far be it from failure and ask for luck; and farther yet, it could be, to bring the enigma as you see it, however science prevails by it’s own laws. Therefore, science hath its part to play and its accurate, invaluable test to prove."

The solution so competitively argued, Dr. Brinks, with Joe, finally agreed at the lab. As they tested the reactants, it was concurred that the solution to creating a perfect clone was merely a simple formula that stunted deadly bacterial cells, and leaving the DNA to replicate and regenerate in a closed environment, a constant used for creating controls, and the same as a human, grows into an infant, slowly begins to breathe the breath of life.

"Shhh, shhh!" Said he, while he slowly removed the shade and turned the light towards the alienated being. "Does it breathe in a desultorily ambiance? This could be disastrous at such a young age; and we don’t have the money to extensively recreate the heart that only Dr. Mankis could properly execute."

"Give me my instruments, you talk too much!" Answered Dr. Brinks, with a confident look. "I need to have complete silence, and keep the air current constant. If that changes our work will be lost entirely, I will also need the temperature to stay at exactly 87.4 degrees Fahrenheit, and then me might actually have a chance!"

"They will be completely immediately as asked!" Said the young apprentice, dedicated, as he sought out his task.

But there—if we knew that the intervention of humans in the power of God and the creating of life to be possible, and not unattainable—was already the realization that the young heart was regular against the beating blood of the newly created being of which had no forefathers. Even in its early minutes it was known the child would survive.

<Back>    <Home>