Freak

"It's a Pre." The nurse's voice was full of finality. "Ten toes."

"It can't be." The mother gasped. She looked from the nurse to the doctor. "I'm a Trans. Brian is a Trans. The chances are..."

"Occasionally two fully-Trans parents will produce a Pre," the doctor said. "I'm sorry." He took the child and handed it to me. "The social worker will take over now."

"But what will happen to it?" The father reached, but I was too quick.

"Next time," the doctor said, as I fled the room and headed to Disposal.

As soon as I passed the last set of cameras, I veered left. "Hurry," someone urged.

I didn't need reminding.

"The red door," I whispered to the child. "We just have to get through the red door."


And we did.

I pressed the child into the arms of Lawrence. My job was done.

The Evolution from Pre to Transhuman was slow. The two outside toes on each foot shortened, then stopped growing altogether. Wisdom teeth disappeared. Brains were re-wired, literally. People developed the ability to disassemble their bodies, digitizing themselves and traveling across the internet. Transhumans developed the ability to clone themselves; to carry a thousand years of information inside their heads; to repair the parts that had worn down.

Eventually, the differences between the Pres and the Trans became too great.

"Do you blame God?" Lawrence asked, pulling back the blanket to peer at the child. "Do you blame nature?"

I shook my head. "I blame humanity."

Lawrence nodded. "Dee will take it from here." He handed the child to his daughter and signed off on the paperwork that would guarantee the safety of the child.

"Thank you." I sank into a chair and removed the sandals I'd worn for the eighteen hours I'd waited in the delivery room.

Just before he broke apart and dissolved into bits, Lawrence looked at my feet. "Freak," he said.

I laughed and began rubbing my aching toes.

All ten of them.


This was written for this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge. The word was freak and was based on some predictions about human evolution. 


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Writing in the Margins, Bursting at the Seams: Freak

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Freak

"It's a Pre." The nurse's voice was full of finality. "Ten toes."

"It can't be." The mother gasped. She looked from the nurse to the doctor. "I'm a Trans. Brian is a Trans. The chances are..."

"Occasionally two fully-Trans parents will produce a Pre," the doctor said. "I'm sorry." He took the child and handed it to me. "The social worker will take over now."

"But what will happen to it?" The father reached, but I was too quick.

"Next time," the doctor said, as I fled the room and headed to Disposal.

As soon as I passed the last set of cameras, I veered left. "Hurry," someone urged.

I didn't need reminding.

"The red door," I whispered to the child. "We just have to get through the red door."


And we did.

I pressed the child into the arms of Lawrence. My job was done.

The Evolution from Pre to Transhuman was slow. The two outside toes on each foot shortened, then stopped growing altogether. Wisdom teeth disappeared. Brains were re-wired, literally. People developed the ability to disassemble their bodies, digitizing themselves and traveling across the internet. Transhumans developed the ability to clone themselves; to carry a thousand years of information inside their heads; to repair the parts that had worn down.

Eventually, the differences between the Pres and the Trans became too great.

"Do you blame God?" Lawrence asked, pulling back the blanket to peer at the child. "Do you blame nature?"

I shook my head. "I blame humanity."

Lawrence nodded. "Dee will take it from here." He handed the child to his daughter and signed off on the paperwork that would guarantee the safety of the child.

"Thank you." I sank into a chair and removed the sandals I'd worn for the eighteen hours I'd waited in the delivery room.

Just before he broke apart and dissolved into bits, Lawrence looked at my feet. "Freak," he said.

I laughed and began rubbing my aching toes.

All ten of them.


This was written for this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge. The word was freak and was based on some predictions about human evolution. 


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25 Comments:

At June 5, 2013 at 2:24 AM , Blogger Jo-Anne Teal said...

So well done. A complete world comes to life in your story. Well structured too. Really enjoyed reading this.

 
At June 5, 2013 at 4:37 AM , Blogger Trifecta said...

Your writing has such incredible range--from the fields and the honeybees to this. Great job with the prompt, Kelly. Thanks for linking up.

 
At June 5, 2013 at 7:20 AM , Blogger Draug said...

Oh wow, this is really good. You built up a whole little world in 333 words.

 
At June 5, 2013 at 8:47 AM , Blogger Susan Bearman said...

Great job. It always amazes me to see where prompts will lead.

 
At June 5, 2013 at 8:53 AM , Anonymous injaynesworld said...

I came up with a similar theme, but after reading yours and how wonderfully you've executed it, I think I'll just keep mine to myself. Excellent story, my friend.

 
At June 5, 2013 at 9:44 AM , Blogger Ruby Manchanda said...

Amazing :)

 
At June 5, 2013 at 10:22 AM , Blogger September Dreams said...

Wow, that was a very unique world you created in this post. Interesting read!

 
At June 5, 2013 at 11:38 AM , OpenID trudgingthroughfog said...

Fantastic! "I blame humanity." I really want to know what will happen to the child now...

 
At June 5, 2013 at 11:47 AM , Blogger Kelly Garriott Waite said...

Thank you, Jo-Anne. Looking forward to reading all the entries this week!

 
At June 5, 2013 at 11:47 AM , Blogger Kelly Garriott Waite said...

Thanks! I struggled with this one.

 
At June 5, 2013 at 11:48 AM , Blogger Kelly Garriott Waite said...

Thanks, Draug. And your piece...never would have suspected that ending.

 
At June 5, 2013 at 11:48 AM , Blogger Kelly Garriott Waite said...

Thanks, Susan! And thanks for your comment on FB.

 
At June 5, 2013 at 11:48 AM , Blogger Kelly Garriott Waite said...

Thanks, Jayne. You should post yours as well!

 
At June 5, 2013 at 11:49 AM , Blogger Kelly Garriott Waite said...

Thank you, Ruby.

 
At June 5, 2013 at 11:49 AM , Blogger Kelly Garriott Waite said...

Thanks so much!

 
At June 5, 2013 at 11:49 AM , Blogger Kelly Garriott Waite said...

Thanks so much for reading!

 
At June 5, 2013 at 12:00 PM , Blogger Sandra said...

I actually hope this wins!

 
At June 5, 2013 at 12:20 PM , OpenID whispatory said...

Talk about world building! This was great! This reminded me of Atwood's sci-fi with it's human touch, and changing definitions of humanity.

 
At June 5, 2013 at 12:41 PM , Blogger Kelly Garriott Waite said...

Thanks, Sandra!

 
At June 5, 2013 at 12:42 PM , Blogger Kelly Garriott Waite said...

Thanks for reading!

 
At June 5, 2013 at 2:05 PM , Anonymous JannaTWrites said...

Amazing how you constructed this world in so few words where even a non-sci-fi reader like me can follow. I would love to know what exactly happens to the 'pre' babies, though!

 
At June 5, 2013 at 2:32 PM , Blogger Kelly Garriott Waite said...

Thanks, Janna - I'm not a huge sci-fi reader either. Sometimes it gets a bit too technical for me.

 
At June 6, 2013 at 4:17 PM , Anonymous steph said...

For someone who is not a huge sci-fi reader you sure can write a heck of a good sci-fi scene. So well-imagined. I love the dissolving and traveling over the internet. It's coming, no doubt.

 
At June 6, 2013 at 8:11 PM , Blogger Kelly Garriott Waite said...

Thanks, Steph!

 
At June 7, 2013 at 12:00 AM , OpenID worksbyclaire said...

Amazing how you got all that back story in such a short piece.

 

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