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Three years later, in the future year of 139
"Have we evolved too, Dr. Tomas?"
Elliot twitched at the query.
The question came from a group of students sitting scattered throughout the ascending, circular lectern.
In the back of the auditorium, Elliot stood with his arms crossed over his chest. He squinted in the partial darkness to see who'd posed the prickly question. A postprandial lethargy usually pervaded this afternoon class, but today, neither a yawn nor slouch was noted.
An overhead light turned on, and Dr. Thomas appeared at center stage. The old scientist stood in a long white jacket, clean and pressed, the outfit reserved for those only of oath. He stroked his chin through his silver beard and took a few steps across the floor with the aid of a wooden walking stick. Although slowed by a contorted hip, the doctor used the additional time to consider his student's question.
"Have we evolved too?" Dr. Tomas repeated.
Elliot raised an eyebrow.
The question, innocent enough as it was, seemed to hinge on an invisible thread about to unravel.
High above the doctor was a large, projected, holographic image of the Earth. The blue three-dimensional teaching aid was slowly rotating for all the pupils in the hall to see. Upon the sphere, several mushroom-shaped explosions were occurring at different locations. The ensuing aftereffect was astonishing -- complete transformation of the planet's topography. Then, the visual recording repeated itself in a circuitous loop.
"Evolution is an interesting thing," the old doctor commented. "World War III terminated almost all life on Earth, including the human race. The remaining genetic pool, then, would have been expected to concentrate themselves into several small, fixed populations."
Elliot watched as the doctor set his walking stick aside and leaned over an empty desk in the front row.
Dr. Tomas stared at the group of teenage students, whose faces were illuminated by the electronic lights at their desks. They looked similar in their blue and white uniforms, but Dr. Tomas knew every one of them. He had watched every one of them grow and mature over the years: Mara in her quiet but intense manner, Jina and her mathematical brain, Mousza the philosopher and the others. They were all at that tender age -- leaving childhood -- when every word and answer was clung onto so dearly.
"Survival of the fittest," Dr. Tomas continued. "These cluster-like conditions actually strengthen the possibility of genetic innovation. It's why the animals have undergone such tremendous, physical change in the last century."
"Then, why don't we have gills or wings?" Mousza asked.
Elliot frowned at the blurted interjection.
"Ah, yes," Dr. Tomas replied. "Why has God given only a select few of his creatures wings and horns?"
The elder doctor took a few more steps across the floor, letting the question simmer.
Behind the scene, Elliot saw a couple of students laugh and look away.
Dr. Tomas continued his talk:
"Evolution is impacted by the advancement of scientific knowledge. The easier and safer our lives become through technology, the less we need genetic innovation -- the more likely we are to obviate natural selection."
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