Samuels Journal
Samuel J. Rawl
Here we are, mere days away from a new century and instead of feeling buoyant and joyous as the rest of the world, I find myself disturbed and fearful. The ancient saying “all is not as it seems” certainly holds true for me today. Chillingly true. I fear the worst. I am amazed at how a simple and routine event can shed light on the darkest of secrets. As I am still in disbelief I am not certain, but perhaps I am wrong. My fervent hope is that I am wrong. That all the work, over the past century, by the scientific community I work among, is for the good of humanity. The engraved motto carved in the marble entryway to this complex, states that we are here to ensure the continued survival of humanity and the earth. *(Exquisitio Vita, Exquisitio Terra, Manifesto aeternitas) If what I learned today is true, then that motto is but a lie; a façade which covers pure loathsome greed.
I have decided to start a log of events. As a research scientist, to log events comes natural to me. I only hope that this log becomes a proof of wild imagination, in an otherwise scientific mind … mine.
Briefly, I will record what happened, but if I take much longer, my pregnant wife will surely have my head.
As I went to my lab this morning, I passed my best friend and trusted colleague’s office. I heard him raise his voice, which in itself was routine as Werner is a passionate man, especially when he believes himself to be right. He is a genius and top scientist in our field, wrong is a rare word used in association with him. He is thorough, meticulous and deliberate whether choosing which coffee to drink or researching a problem. Many of us have tried to prove him wrong. In recent memory, I cannot think of anyone succeeding.
I had not planned to listen to his diatribe, but then he shouted that he had paid his dues and the secretary had assured his seat. At first, I could not imagine what club he would belong to outside of our community, which provided everything for tenured scientists. Then I heard a familiar voice. “Dr, it’s not your seat that is in question. We question your loyalty to our party. Your patron sent me here to ensure that you truly are committed to our course.” That was the voice of the current American government, rather its spokesperson. Her voice was distinctive. It was smooth and seductive. Her voice, her pretty face all to bewitch the world into thinking all of
I was stunned that this American witch was in our sacred complex. As I was about to walk away, digesting the events I heard the damning words that brought me to this log. I was stunned to learn my colleague sold himself to a membership on the world council. To our community, membership on the world council was treason.
“Ms. Bush, how can I assure you that my purpose for purchasing a seat is not for any other reason, but to convince the scientific community to fall in line with the Commerce party. Our community’s research is vital to the survival of life on Earth and our ability to survive on a barren planet, such as Mars. The commerce party is quickly gaining strength and it is apparent that those who oppose it will suffer obscurity. I cannot fathom that. I will bring this center online with the commerce party. You will have your world kingdom.”
I could not bear to hear anymore and hurried to my lab to record this.
Samuel J. Rawl
I’m overjoyed to report that I am a father! It may seem somewhat out of place to record the birth of my son here, but the fate of my son, I fear is tied to the events recorded here.
His name is Thomas Buckley Rawl. My wife, a research scientist in the field of infectious disease, has always been smitten with the work done by a heroic doctor in the early 21st century who battled the SARs epidemic of his time. Although SARs is but a memory for our time as the plague was for theirs, she admired his heroics and swore our first son would bear his name. Who am I to fight against a legend? It’s a good solid name. Perhaps I will have more influence in naming future progeny.
