The Modern Prometheus by Nicole Mello

Author:Nicole Mello
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2018-06-16T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

“After my birth, the subsequent fall from the window, and then that scene which you described where I attempted to approach you in the bedroom which served as my delivery room, when you frightened me so terribly, I fled. I was afraid; I didn’t understand it yet, but I was. I just didn’t have a name for the feeling. I didn’t have a basis of comparison. I just had the sensation, overwhelming and terrible, nipping at my heels as I ran. I was a newborn, in every sense of the word but the physical. Obviously, I am — and was at the time of my birth — rather physically imposing. I was not aware of his fact at the time, not as I am now. I only knew myself, and you, Father, and, then, I had not even seen myself. I did not yet understand. I was simple. I was a blank slate, which you immediately snapped over your knee.

“I ran as far as I could until I grew weary. I was in a city of some sort, and the darkness provided some measure of protection. Even in the night time, my figure was imposing, and nobody dared to approach me. Once they get closer, their revulsion was clear, but I didn’t understand it. I just knew it was negative. Basic human instinct, I suppose. I’m not a scientist, Doctor, not like you. I don’t understand the intricacies of the body at the level you do, but I do, perhaps, understand human nature far better than you have ever been able to.

“I eventually came upon a side alley, where I observed a man tucked into an alcove, resting. It struck me as the very thing that I wanted to do, so I did it. When I awoke, the sun was in the sky, and everything was lit. It was incredible; I had never witnessed something so interesting. I had fallen asleep in one world, and woken up in another. As I said, Father, I was remarkably simple in my early days. If only you had cared for me, as a parent ought to care for a child. If only you had loved me, or had taken responsibility. Oh, well — if ifs and buts were candies and nuts, I suppose, eh, Father?

“I saw the man wake up a short time after I did. I was pleased that he, too, made the transition from that dark world to this new, lighter world, and I followed him when he packed up his few belongings and began to move. When I followed him, people seemed to ignore me more than they did when I walked on the street alone. I did not enjoy this location very much, busy and so full of stimulation as it was. It was overwhelming for me, and I felt a desire to get back to you. I felt rejected, but did not understand rejection. I only wanted to return to you.

“I left the man, and I, now alone once more, began to walk again.

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