Tuesday, June 05, 2007

The World Commission

Dr. Smartke sat at his desk, facing the large monitor connected to the World Bank medical database. He was staring at the screen intently as he unconsciously gnawed on his fingernails.

"So close,” Dr. Smartke whispered under his breath.

Slamming his palm on the desktop, he stood up and wandered across the room, lost in his thoughts. Not intentionally, he came to the only window the lab had.

It was around three o'clock and the sun was just coming into view through the westward window. The sun reflected off the neighboring buildings coated in their UV protectant paint. No plants could be seen in the expansive view. They either had all died or had been moved to Greeneries, large buildings that simulated "outside" where people could walk and get a breath of "fresh air." The glowing ball of gas that used to be the source of life on the earth was now the source of death. It had become a disease plaguing the Earth, and he, Dr. Smartke, was responsible for finding its cure.

"I may be onto something, Dad."

The words startled the doctor, and coming out of his train of thought he turned. There sitting at another large monitor closer to the window sat Michael Smartke, his son.

"Wha...what is it Michael?" Dr. Smartke said as he realigned his thoughts.

"These two compounds," Michael said, pointing to his screen. "In this simulation, when they collide in an atmosphere similar to what ours has become, they produce another compound that does not allow the damaging rays of the sun through for nearly seven minutes before dissipating."

Pointing to the compound he had labeled SPF, Michael stated, "I'm going to try to increase it a little, just to see what happens."

He increased the compound just slightly and again ran his simulation. Nine minutes.

"Nine minutes!" Michael said loudly. He continued to increase the SPF compound in the electronic simulation.

Twelve minutes. Seventeen minutes. Thirty-nine minutes. Dr. Smartke watched in amazement as his son continued to have success. Tears began to well up in his eyes.

Could this be it? he thought. Could my son have figured out how to save the world?

"Dad, I think we need to test this in the Machine."

The lab door swung open. A beautiful brown-haired young woman in a lab coat entered, her arms full of bottles with a variety of labels. Her bright blue eyes met up with Dr. Smartke.

"Father, could you clear me a space on that table right there to set these down?” the young woman asked.

Dr. Smartke rushed to the table and cleared a space.

"It worked Elizabeth!" said Michael. "I was inspired to have you get those compounds for me. The computer simulation is a success, and we're ready to use the Machine test. Isn't that right Dad?"

Still trying to gather his senses after all this success and excitement, Dr. Smartke’s response was a little delayed.

"Y-yes. Yes! Let's get the Machine ready. Let's physically create these compounds and let's test it!"

"The machine should be ready now," Elizabeth responded. "John has been there for two hours already. If he hasn't gotten distracted by a pair of dark brown eyes attached to the name of Rebecka, we should be able to begin the Machine test in twenty minutes."

"You knew. You two, er, three, knew this would work so well on the computer that you have already gotten the Machine ready?" Dr. Smartke said, bewildered by his childrens' actions.

"Smartke intuition, Mother always says, is hardly ever off." Elizabeth replied as she winked at her Father.

"Let's test this thing!" Michael said, jumping from his seat and walking over to help Elizabeth carry the compounds to the Machine for testing.

* * *

Dr. Smartke sat in his chair, watching his children as they interacted with one another, getting the Machine ready for the test. Their witty remarks bounced off each other as well as their intellectual thoughts did. They fed off each other so well. In today’s world, one kid was a blessing, but three! Dr. Smartke couldn’t believe his kids had turned out so well and were able to contribute so much. If this collaboration of their work was a success, he might be able to watch their children have the same relationship while they interacted outside, under the SUN, with plants and trees and even insects. To watch a bee pollinate a flower was something he hadn't done since he was a child, and because of the work of each of his children he might be able to do it again.

"The beast is ready," John said. "Is SPF 45 ready yet?"

"Yes. Almost," Michael replied.

"Last I checked, almost is still a no, not a yes," said John.

"Okay, done," Michael said as he began stepping back from the Machine.

"Keep backing up-- I don't want you too close to the beast. Elizabeth and I are far too busy to have to save your life again," said John.

"You allow your siblings to save your life one time, just one time, and they never let you live it down," said Michael.

"That's because we don't want you to ever forget that we love you and care for you very much… and because we want you to feel guilty," Elizabeth chimed in, with a smile on her face.

Dr. Smartke remembered the incident. Michael had been only eight, and it had been “fire” season, the hottest and most treacherous time of the year. But an eight-year old doesn’t always understand danger, especially when he sees his best friend about to face it. The family dog, Rex, had escaped when the garage door opened as Michael played with the circuitry to see how it worked. Michael had run outside, exposing his skin and body to the extreme temperatures, just to save the dog. He had been covered with third, fourth, and even some fifth-degree burns all over his body when they found him.

Dr. Smartke had thought his son had died. But he hadn’t died; he was right here in the room about to see the results of an experiment he had helped create, an experiment that might make their world livable again.

"It's a good thing my muscular six-year old brother and Elizabeth with her four-year old arms were able to put on their sun suits in time to drag me back inside, just before I became jerky on the driveway. Now hopefully I can repay them with my contribution to the possible success of this experiment," said Michael.

"Enough said. Let's get on with it," said Elizabeth.

"Here we go!" said John.

John stared intently at the screen in front of him to make sure the experiment stayed under control. Michael, Elizabeth and Dr. Smartke looked over his shoulder and then to the Machine as they waited in anticipation.

"So far so good," said John.

"Please knock on wood," said Michael.

"I would if I could, but there ain't no wood," responded John. "Wood is too expensive."

Three minutes passed by and the compounds were about to collide. Dr. Smartke intently watched. Everything was working wonderfully. Beyond anything he had dreamed.

Ten minutes later, the protective atmosphere the compounds had created still held. Thirty minutes and they still held. Forty minutes, so far longer than any computer simulation, and the atmosphere still held. An hour passed.

Oh, what beautiful children. What could I have done without them? thought Dr. Smartke.

"These readings are incredible. The atmosphere is still holding strong," said John.

Three hours had passed and few words were spoken. The atmosphere still held, showing no signs of breaking down.

"You did it," Dr Smartke said, almost in a whisper. "You did it. You kids did it."

"Father, we could have hardly done this without you," Michael said softly in return. "Thank you, Father."

* * *

"Dr. Smartke!"

Dr. Smartke's body jerked as he awoke from what seemed to be a nap. He rubbed his eyes and blinked until he could see the person who had called his name so abruptly. Didn't he deserve some rest after all they had accomplished? His eyes coming into focus, Dr. Smartke recognized the individual who had said his name. It was the bulbous bouffant-haired front desk receptionist at the lab.

"Your wife has been calling you for the past hour and thought you had died. She'd like you to call her back," she said.

"Oh, my wife! Thank you Sharon. I'll call her right away,"

"I can't believe I forgot to tell Susan about today!" He said to himself after the receptionist had left.

Pushing a button on his keypad, he called home to the woman he had been married to for the past thirty-seven years. Won't she be so proud.

"Charles, you finally called me back!"

"Sorry, dear, I was just so tired after all that had happened today. We did it, we finally did it. We figured it out. I say we, but it was mostly the kids, Michael, John, and Elizabeth. Our brilliant children did it! They did it!"

There was a pause. A long drawn-out pause. Not being able to take the silence any longer, Dr. Smartke said again, "Susan, our kids did it!"

Another pause came.

"Charles. What children?" Susan responded.

"Our children, Michael, John, Elizabeth. Our brilliant children!"

Silence returned.

"Charles. We don't have any children. Michael died long ago, and because of the World Commission to have only one child, we did not have any other children."

"Wait, what? No."

Dr. Smartke was confused, and his mind raced over the events of the day, but they were fading. Like a dream fades as you wake up from your slumber.

It was a dream. Just a dream.

Susan was right--they had no living children. Michael had died, burned to death by the sun when he was just eight. John and Elizabeth were never born. The World Commission law forbade it, and he, being a scientist commissioned to find a remedy that could cure the planet from the lethal rays of the sun, most certainly had to obey the law. This he did willingly, seeing it as a policy all humans needed to comply with. It was the only way they could bide time to find a correction to what mankind had done. Wasn’t it?

"Oh Susan, I'm sorry if I scared you. It was just a dream. A dream that felt so real, but was just a dream. Please forgive me."

"Please come home Charles, you need some rest away from the lab. You won't be able to find your universal "sunblock" without your rest, and I miss you, Charles. Please come home."

"Yes dear, I will. Just give me one more hour here at the lab. I will leave right after that."

"I'll be waiting."

The call disconnected. Dr. Smartke just sat at his desk for a moment.

Slowly he got out of his chair and walked over to the window. The specially painted buildings were still in his view, and all manner of plant life was still missing. He turned his head to see the desk where he had seen Michael sit during a dream that had felt so real. It was turned off and empty.

"I should go home," he said to himself and left.

Friday, February 09, 2007

Boldly going...

Web log - Stardate 10702.09.

We have recently encountered a new species in the living quarters. This is the first we have seen this species in the area. We believe that they were not native to our quarters and at times could be transient with the help of another, larger species, which appears to provide protection for this species. In regard to this new smaller species, although both small and similar in size, one was a bit smaller than the other, and one could speak, forming sentences at will.

We have reason to believe that this small species may grow up to become similar to the less active and not quite as exciting species that offered the smaller species protection. This 'protective' species acted and behaved similar to my wife and me. However, they seemed to be more experienced with the actions of the smaller species, which appears to have fostered a great love between the two.

We enjoyed the company of the larger species as well as the company of the smaller species. Both were pleasant in their own way. The smaller species however seemed fuller of life, and provided a fun filled night, while the larger species was able to strengthen their bond together. We hope that this exciting, young species will find its way back to our living quarters in the future. With the permission of the larger species, of course.

Monday, February 05, 2007

I'm not weak!

So, I consider myself a pretty technical savvy kind a guy. A child of technology. I was part of the aol.com before it was an acronym and way before they added the .com. We use to call it 'a' back in the day (that's 'a' sounded out not pronounced as the letter). I even met a girl in an AOL chat room and then met with her in real life when I was in Jr. High. She ended up going for my best friend, but from what I hear it wasn't a really big loss on my part (my wife is way cuter).

Before I went on my "two-year vacation,” I was groovin with both of the cool Internet slangs used at that time, lol and rotfl/rofl. I would have used other Internet slangs but there weren't any. You can imagine my surprise when I came home and the number of Internet slang words had grown exponentially. People were now chatting in complete slang and beginning each of their sentences with btw. I couldn't help but say 'bless you' every time I saw it.

I realized that after my two-year sabbatical I was done with my cool Internet socializing phase. I wasn't anti-computer. I still live with one in front of me all day long, at home at work at school. But I just couldn't do the whole "meet someone online thing" anymore. If I was going to talk to someone I was going to use my phone, and you know if I felt I could do the physical effort and walk or push the pedals in my car, I would visit people in person.

MySpace.com? Facebook.com? Yeah right. That's for people who graduated with a 2 in front of their graduation year. Online Personals and Singles sites? Not! I like my women in 3-D (today women should be replaced with woman - that's for you honey). I just really like meeting people in person. Electronic stuff just didn't and still really doesn't do it for me.

But then years after getting my first cell phone, I got hooked on blogging. And that's okay, cause I'm not trying to meet anyone in an artificial social electronic world, just find a place where I can talk and no one can tell me to shut up (and if they do I won't post their comment ;). Blogging was as far as I would go. I didn't need to date anymore, ever since I fed my girlfriend some love potion #9 and she married me. Dating sites were totally out of the picture.

But then... then... people I knew kept talking about and using all these social sites like MySpace.com and Facebook.com. Their excuse, "I get to keep in contact with a lot of my friends. Friends from all over the place and back in the day." I'd respond with "send an email, and if you lost contact that's one less person you have to send a 'Merry Christmas' 'Happy Thanksgiving' text during the Holidays. They wouldn't buy it and I didn't care I was happy in my own little anti-myface world.

Or so I thought (I still feel deep down inside that I still feel that way). One day, while minding my own business, my wife tried to send me some links to pictures that her cousin took of our wedding through gchat. I couldn't get to the pictures. Why you may ask? Well because they were on facebook and I didn't have a facebook account. So there I was 'stuck' as my almost two year old nephew would say it. I was still on a wedding picture high and wanted to see those pics. So what did I do... I did it. I really did it. I created a Facebook account. And now my face is viewable to everyone else who has a facebook account. I succumed. Gone.... Forever...

PS. If you're my friend and on Facebook and you are reading this, invite me as a friend already. Gosh!

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Post Maritual Engagement

So, I got married. Whoa. What a great day that was. Which is why I have procrastinated the day of my blog posting. Things got crazy busy at the end of last year but I'm back... for now.

My last three comments were little lines that I had been thinking about and overcoming. I was going to say the three lines on three separate days, see what everyone else thought about them and then write a long inspirational well thought out blog that tied the three points together and gave the greatest insight you have EVER read in a blog. But alas, wise friends/comment posters totally stole my thunder. It's a good thing I got married to the most beautiful woman in the world to occupy me while this was going on.

Seriously though, I am amazed at the great insight given upon the points I posted using so little text. I love how people can build each other. Where we can all learn and inspire each other. I think moments in life when people share truth and heartfelt experiences are some of the sweetest peaks in our lives. I hope someday we can be on one large sweet peak, always sharing and growing with one another without any sort of guile (as well as with all the ice cream we could ever want).

Peace Out.

Please stay tuned for insightful...or perhaps interesting... or maybe at least somewhat interesting... or just some plain text that forms the ideas of the guy who writes this blog, interesting or not.