Twenty-First Post / Muses

Moon afreeze and Sun afire,
Shall we shake or else perspire?
The fickle Wind and silent Earth
Won't inform morrow's attire.

They say it changes with the breeze,
And Twain said to wait fifteen,
But the waiting game is not my scene.
So, will I sweat or will I sneeze?


There are many changes afoot in modern science. Humans have built all that they can think of, and now turn to self-renovation. I, myself, was the unsuspecting beneficiary of that renovation, where before I counted myself as merely lucky. It seems that what happened in Kansas was only partially an accident.

If you had told me, in September, that there were a number of senior faculty members with an interest in me, I would not have been surprised. I was aware of the attention my work was attracting, and I could feel the subtle tug from each of the science departments on campus. Lacking the words to comfortably stray from numbers, I stayed in the physics laboratory. Many of the interested faculty were disappointed, but one resourceful fellow was not to be discouraged.

I was treated, through a series of dinner conversations and bribes to Bon Appetí­t workers, to a substance which stimulated a reorganization of my brain. The weeks passed and my brain grew and folded into itself, yet I knew nothing of it; self-consciousness, it seems, is a thing that can endure significant undermining. My inarticulate self was perfectly cohesive, and would not adapt to my brain's improved functions. And then came Alfonzo...

Alfonzo was not paid off, or informed of my state in any way. He knew no better than I did what would result from his attack and my consequent concussion. My identity blurred and lost cohesion, and the newer, better Vladimir leaked through the cracks. As I recovered, my new identity seeped down into the rearranged folds and embraced them. I awoke, a fully-functional improved person.

The bio-medical engineering school has been the most vehement in pursuing me, and I have only just learned the lengths to which they were willing to go. I have no allegiance to the physics department, and I owe my new skills to BME, so I have switched my primary major. I will be working on the very project that brought me about; the development of physically and mentally-enhancing compounds. We are building the AbiliBurger and so, rebuilding mankind.


The stomach rumbles
But the mind is starving.
Feed them both.

-Vlad