Silos of Man

Chapter 1 - Us; Here and Now

It had to be a calamity of that size to unite a world in such conflict.  I've heard some quietly say The Unravelling was just what we needed, but that goes against the basic scientific principles of high entropy-low enthalpy, which governs all nature.  Reproduction, as it's managed by biological science, is no exception.  And it's our duty to find the Cure.  That's what I've always been told is our global mission.  Isn't that what we're all striving for?  I strive for it because I feel that it's my destiny to restore nature's biological plan and processes.  Vicki calls it my God complex but I just know there has to be more than what they're telling us.  It's been too long and I can feel the interest in their return waning.  I don't even know if we're actually trying anymore – and that scares me. 

I close the diary and smile to myself as I pat the cover and contemplate the words of my adolescent self.  'Ah, the drama of youth', I chuckle.

I look up and see her approaching from across the street and once again, just like every time, I'm struck by how beautiful she is, and how lucky I am.  I mean really, really beautiful in every way.  The kind of beautiful with shining blue eyes that dance with curiosity at whatever catches her attention.  Normally that has anything to do with spirits and stars and the Realm Theory, but it could be a kitten or a child.  She adores children.  It's kind of annoying actually.  I like them, I just don't have my heart set on them.  Thank goodness it hasn't really come up a lot lately because I don't want to piss her off.

She gets to our table, beaming her gorgeous smile at me upon approach.  "What are you having?", she asks with that instinctive curiosity giggling on her tongue.  I was enjoying myself just staring at her, fully enthralled.

"Dany! Dude?! Are you having a stroke or something!?"  She giggles again and I notice that I've totally tuned her out.  This is what it must have been like - realizing that I was thinking all about her physicality.  I am only human after all and she is exquisite, but there is so much to her, and right now I need to feed that curiosity! 

"Guess", I tease. "You always say you know me so well.  Prove it."  I smirk at her with a wink so she knows I'm playing.   She raises an eyebrow, licks her lips, sits forward on her chair and answers, "Okay then, you're having the tri-colour calzone with a Caesar salad.  And of course, 6 0z of chardonnay."  She raises her chin at me confidently.  "Oh, so close!" I flirt back.  "No chardonnay for me today, my Lady, as I have a follow-up interview with Dr. Dwyer in 3 hours.  You only got my order right because it's a video meeting, otherwise I couldn't have had the garlic either."  "Well in that case", she beams, "you would have ordered the tempeh, tomato and lettuce sandwich with mayo and fries."  Goddamn she's good!  I don't have a clue what she's about to order, but in all fairness it's seldom the same.  Man, she's the coolest person I know and I have her in my home, in my every day, I just don't know what I did to deserve her.

"Alright, smarty-pants, predicting a choice that will never be made isn't that tough, but I'll give you a win for the calzone."  I lean in for a kiss and an energy resonates on my lips upon connecting with hers.  This is her excited taste – there's something she wants to share. 

"Guess what?" she teases.  'And there it is', I secretly chuckle to myself about how well I know her inner workings.  "What?" I raise my eyebrows and can feel the heat of my adoration for her, warming and reddening my cheeks. 

"I've got a date to defend."  My heart sinks.  Please, please, please!  We knew we shouldn't have, but we had to because of the deals.  We booked our flights for the last day of the sale period, which was a terrifying four days before the last potential scheduling date of the Thesis Defending Period.  There are no requests for rescheduling allowed unless a doctor clears you for a health problem.  If they called on her during these four days, our tickets were garbage.  She wouldn't even let me spring for the insurance because she didn't want to give up the vacation day it would have cost us.