Gene. Sys.

GENE. SYS.

By

Aaron Denius Garcia

Published by Aaron Denius
Garcia

Edition: 1

Copyright © 2014

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To the three strongest
women I know:

Mom

Your courage and
sacrifice have been a driving force in my pursuit of my dream. Thanks for being
my biggest fan.

Kelly

You are one of the most
talented people I have ever known. Watching you grow into the amazing person
and mother you are has been one of the biggest joys of my life.

Pansy

Your life is an
inspiration. After all you have experienced, you live your life with
uninhibited joy. Thank you for showing me that it’s okay to laugh at
yourself
.

I love you all and am
humbled by you.

1

The world is supposed to end in about a
year.
 
My dad says that things are
going to be very different.
 
He won’t
tell me why, but he said that it’s the reason I was created.
 
I’ve been thinking about that a lot
lately. At least since I found the ladder that opens to the roof.
 
It’s tucked away in the back corner of
the library and I came across it when I walked in searching for books on
creation and the end of the world.

I like the library because it contains real
books. I could look up everything I wanted on tablets, but the way the plastic
felt on my fingers as I turned the pages made me feel like I was a part of the
story being told. I also liked that the library was always empty. Nobody ever
came in here so I would often come to escape and read. My dad said that it was
more of a museum than a library, but I liked it either way.

The electronic catalog at the front of the
library told me to search in the philosophy section in the back of the
library.
 
I read everything I could.
Everything seemed to have a different answer. Most of the books weren’t much
help and the books marked as religious texts were so broad that they only gave
me more questions.

I had gone searching for a different corner to
perch up against when I saw the ladder. I climbed up and opened the door that
was at the top. Fresh air hit my face and I stepped out onto the roof.
 
I looked around and saw the entire
compound. I saw the walls surrounding the compound and I saw the hundreds of
drone guards patrolling the walls. The guards all looked exactly the same
;
carbon copies of one another.
 

The sky looked different from atop the roof. It
seemed bigger. That was the first time I saw beyond the walls. I couldn’t see much
because the walls are about thirty feet tall, but when I turned to the west I
saw it—a triangular rock formation jutting out from beyond the wall. I
must have stared at it for three hours before I realized that I was shivering.
All I could think about was how much I wanted to go beyond the walls and see
what else was out there.

Dad told me that it was very dangerous beyond
the walls of the compound and that I was not allowed to go out there under any
circumstance. He did tell me though that what I saw beyond the wall was the
Great Pyramid of Giza. So naturally I read. I would bring the books up here and
in two nights I had read everything there was about the pyramids and the
ancient Egyptian culture. I imagined I was one of the pharaohs. I believe that
I have the same olive complexion and light eyes that they had. I’m definitely
taller. I’m the tallest person at this compound, so I can’t really believe
there are many people who are closer to the stars than I. I wanted so badly to
be one of them. Their life seemed free and therefore this pyramid became a
symbol of freedom and it only made me hungrier to see this 5000-year-old
wonder.

I did some quick geometry and figured that the
pyramid was only about two miles away. I could run there in about six minutes.
I had it all figured out but then I started to think about what else might be
out there. What else are those walls hiding from me? Will the end of the world
affect them?

For eight straight days those were the questions
on my mind, but not tonight. Different thoughts are occupying my mind. Tomorrow
I am supposed to meet Ev for the first time. We were created at the same time
but the only time I remember catching a glimpse of her was two months ago when
I was released from my incubation tube. They were carting me away when I rolled
my head over and saw her floating in her tube. They released her the next day.

Dad and the other scientists did everything they
could to keep us separate. We were trained and schooled separately. They ran
tests on us separately and they always had drone guards making sure we never
crossed paths. I would always try to steal a look or sneak around to see her,
but they were very careful.

Now, I wouldn’t mind if they pushed the
meeting back
a couple of days. I’m nervous and scared. I
wonder what she knows about me. Is she nervous and scared too? Is she having
trouble sleeping right now? I wonder if dad told her about the end of the world
as well.

These thoughts dominate my mind as I lie down on
my blanket and stare at the stars. I close my eyes and before I know it the
darkness of sleep has overtaken me.

I wake up shivering. I don’t really know how
long I’ve been asleep but the sky has become lighter, so I know that daybreak
is coming soon. I climb down the ladder to the library and walk out into the
hallway. A few drones walk past me. Their cold, black eyes glance at me and
quickly look away, but not before I feel the loathing they send my way.

I duck into my room and,
without turning on the lights
,
I crawl into my bed
. I
barely have time for my nightly ritual of barricading myself with pillows
before I fall back to sleep.

I dream of standing
alone in a vast, white abyss.
It’s cold and the ground feels hard and slick
like ice. The sky is also white and the only reason I can tell that there is a
difference between the ground and sky is because I see a figure out in the
distance. I run towards the figure and as I get closer I can tell that it’s a
girl. Her long, blonde hair reaches down to the small of her back. She is thin and
fairly tall. Her back is to me so I reach out to touch her. Right before I do I
call out “Ev,” but she doesn’t turn. She vanishes and reappears in the
distance. I walk back up to her and the same thing happens. The cycle repeats
itself until I’m woken up.

The knock at the door shocks me awake. I sit up
as the door opens and the silhouette shades me from the bright light wanting to
enter the room. The silhouette’s hand reaches to the side and flicks on the
light. The brightness burns my eyes and I retreat under my blanket. “Turn it
off!”

“Time to train,” says the deep voice. I know
without looking that it’s Grant, my weapons and combat instructor. I like
working with him. He pushes me really hard and he is the only one who seems to
be able to keep up with me when I run.

“Fine,” I look out from under the covers and his
dark skin and jump suit make him appear as though he is still a silhouette.

“Dungeon, ten minutes!” He tosses me a protein
pouch and walks out. Grant is never one to be anything less than direct.

I sit up and tear open the protein pouch. I’ve
never liked the way the goo feels as it travels down my throat but at least I
got a good flavor today. It tastes like a mix between orange and mango with a
hint of vanilla.

I look around my room. It’s small with no
windows. The bathroom is to the right of my bed and the closet is to my left. I
have a nightstand on each side of the bed, but both are stacked with books, most
of them on ancient Egypt.

I stand up from my bed and instantly feel dizzy
as a pain shoots to the front of my forehead. I know it has to do with falling
asleep on the roof. I walk to the bathroom and splash my face with water. I’m
hoping the protein pouch will help alleviate the headache; otherwise it will be
a brutal training session. I slip into a green jump suit from my closet and
head out the door back to the hallway.

Something feels weird about my walk to the
dungeon. It’s located under the library so I have made this walk many times
before. Today seems different though. It’s not until I’m in the elevator
heading down that I realize what it was. I didn’t see a single drone in the
hallway. There are almost always three or four keeping an eye on me. I can’t
recall a day when I didn’t see at least one.

The elevators open on the ground floor and the
second I step out I am hit in the head with a fifteen-pound leather ball. I
fall effortlessly to the ground. Whatever hope I had of losing the headache is
now gone.

“Get up!” I hear Grant yell from across the
room. I know that I am supposed to be prepared from the second I step off the
elevator, but the disappearance of the drones had me preoccupied and I lost
track of where I was. Grant has trained me to always be prepared and ready, but
today I lost focus for a brief second and, because of that, the left side of my
face burns and my head hurts more than it did ten minutes ago.

I look up to see another ball flying towards my
body and I quickly roll out of the way and pop up to my feet. I assess my
surroundings and see that Grant is hiding behind a giant rock formation. The
entire room is a red rock desert landscape with boulders and a few dead trees
scattered about. The heat of the sun blaring from the sky causes beads of sweat
to form on my brow. I look down at the ball that hit my face and see that it is
actually a boulder. I pick it up and hurl it at Grant, forcing him to duck
further behind the rock formation. I use the opportunity of being out of his
view to pick up the other small boulder and run up a different rock formation.

I quickly analyze the options he has. He can
look out from either side of his rock formation, he can climb up his rock
formation or he can run for cover at one of the two other rock formations.
Looking out won’t do him any good and climbing his formation will leave him
vulnerable since I am already at the high vantage point and can hit him with
the bolder before he can find his balance at the top. The only option he has is
to run.

“You were late,” he says. I know he’s trying to
pinpoint my location so I stay quiet. My eyes stay fixed on the area between
the rock formations where I believe he will run to. I see his head poke out
briefly in my peripherals.

A split second later he is running from his
cover. I hurl my boulder at the area in front of him; he stops to let the
boulder land in front of him. “You missed!”

The moment he takes his eyes off me to watch the
boulder land, I bound off my perch and charge at him. He turns just as I lower
my shoulder into his torso and drive him into one of the dead trees. I ram my
forearm into his neck, holding him in place with my arm.

“No I didn’t,” I say as I look into his eyes and
watch them bulge as he struggles for air. His eyes shut and I count, “One, two,
three.”

I let go and step back as he falls to his knees
and struggles for air. I know I shouldn’t take pleasure in this, but it has
only been recently that I have been able to beat him. I have endured countless
beatings at his hands, so it feels good to be able to repay the favor.

I stick my hand out to help him to his feet. As
he struggles to regain his senses I can see his true age. He is rapidly
approaching 40. Still, at over twice my age, he is a worthy opponent.

“I’m proud of you,” he says as he places his
hand on my shoulder. “You used both physical and mental abilities to beat me.
It’s important to remember that. A good plan will always take precedence over brute
force.”
 

“Can we get out of the simulation?” I ask. Grant
always preaches using both physical and mental prowess. I don’t mean to cut him
off, but my mind has returned to the oddity of the drones not being around.

He snaps me back into the moment when he answers
my question with one of his own. “Would you like to do the honors?”

I know that it’s a very simple thing but I have wanted
to do it since the simulation training began. I take a deep breath and say, “
Apokalupto
.”

He told me that the word means to reveal in
Greek. I look around to see the desert landscape disappear around me. The dead
trees turn into padded support beams. The rock formations turn into big stacks
of mats and pads. I pick up the weighted ball closest to me and walk it over to
the rack holding other weighted balls.

“What’s on your mind, kid?” Grant inquires. I
guess it’s pretty obvious that I have something on my mind.

“I didn’t see any drones on my way down here,” I
answer as I sit on a stack of mats.

“No you wouldn’t have,” he says as he sits next
to me. “You and Ev are meeting today so there is no need for them to keep you
from each other.”

“Why was it so important that we didn’t meet
before now?” This question has always bothered me.

Grant leans back against the wall. “Dr. Anfang
has his reasons. I know that he didn’t want either of you getting in the way of
each other’s development. It’s very important that you both matured to a
certain level before being exposed to each other.”

I have so many questions, but all that comes out
of my mouth is, “Oh.”

I’m not sure I will ever get the answer I’m
looking for. That might be because I’m not sure what answer I want to hear. I
stand and walk towards the elevator door.

Grant follows me. He stops me just before the
elevator. “Kid. You are very good at following your instincts. Always trust
them. Just keep in mind emotions are the fog that cloud your instincts.”

I push the button and the elevator doors open. I
walk in. As the doors close I hear Grant add, “Make sure you shower before you
meet her. She’s going to love you, but not if you smell.”