It has been almost a year since he could not get a good sleep. As soon as he closes his eyes, countless streams of burning thoughts start flowing through his brain.
He worked hard to see his dream come true. A new, improved human that could rebuild himself almost from a single cell, a state of the art example of genetic engineering.
Well ... not quite! Just nanobots learning to act as new cells. In fact machines learning how to interpret the DNA of what were still considered healthy cells.
At first he considered it to be a success, but the thought that one day the machine can simply take over the human being without anyone noticing it was like a hot needle pinned deep in his brain.
What if all these small pieces of code will group together and form a new mind? Will we have, what we may call a soul and after...will it be entirely non-organic?
He had a bad, hellish experience with his first generation, the group he called Generation Zero. All of them became the nightmare that he feared most.
Cold mind robots in flesh and blood, with a single goal. To survive and multiply.
At the end he was the only outsider of a colony of beings that he couldn't tell what they were ... humans ... robots ... he had no means of identifying or distinguishing one from the other.
Playing God gave him great feelings, but it seems it all went wrong.
And by the other hand, who is God? And why in the world do we need a God? In fact, what is faith? The answer came so quick in his brain. Faith is confidence in what we hope for and insurance for what we do not see!
Of course, his brain went down the path of all the rhetorical or philosophical questions. What if all humanity resembles exactly what happened in his experiment? Who are we? Where we come from? Are we the hosts or are we the visitors?
He had all the time in the world for his thoughts because he laid trapped in this nonsensorial capsule that he designed as an emergency exit. He did not see, feel, hear or experience anything. It was just his brain that kept him ongoing.
On and on. Apologizing to anyone who might read his mindwaves.
I'm sorry, he thought. We have failed! We have failed each other!
Everything the humanity was before...vanished.
Sometimes, the memory of his physical body haunted him, and he experienced severe pain. He felt like a crippled mound of flesh devoured by the most atrocious predator.
He started to feel that type of pain, and he thought that he had to fight back but he did not yet figure out a way how to do it.
He knew it was impossible, so he had to occupy his electrical brain with something else. Any kind of food for a restless bionic brain. He reached out to the conclusion that he was contaminated also, but his soul was still intact.
He was still human ... still human ... human ... man ... not a machine, or a machine with a human soul ....
He went back in the realm of his deepest thoughts. If only the waves could wash it all away, he thought ....
