Science project

Just like his fifth grade teacher Mr. Young had always

told him, Brian put on his thinking cap.

Brian’s fifth grade teacher’s name was Carl Young.

He was six years old, permanently.

Brian’s name was Brian Old. He was one hundred

years old, permanently. But he had the emotional maturity

and the mentality of a six year old!

Carl Young was the result of gene-splicing and

scientific experimentation. In a futuristic society,

where parents had designer babies, Carl was a gene-

splicing wet dream. With some traces of DNA from

a gene meant to imitate the great psychologist

Carl Jung, Carl was the envy of all the parents

who had ordered designer babies, that had not

come out of the test tube successfully.

Carl, being a successful creation, a

prodigy if you will, earned his PhD in clinical

psychology when he was two.

So he worked with other babies who were

the imperfect ones, as an educational experiment.

With these creations of science, they

could only grow so much physically, and

chronologically. They would be pre-designed

to be the age of the parent’s choice, because

Gugolor, the evil king who controlled the

earth, had made regular reproduction illegal

in this vastly overpopulated earth.

These human-like children, who

were hardly human, were in reality freaks

of science who were nothing more than

cryogenic pets for the humans who

held up any hope of defeating Gugolor.

All that is a little background

for the setting of this unlikely

relationship between teacher and child.

School was always one on one,

teacher and child. All lessons were

conducted with a thinking cap,

a giant hat that contained thousands

of electrodes which was the

equivalent of a virtual reality

adventure in 2018.

Ancient history, right?

The year was 3018.

Brian Old sat in his

wheelchair. He was so old,

he lived in a nursing home

and couldn’t walk. He looked

like a six-year-old senior


Brian did not like

putting on the thinking cap.

He liked to have his own

thoughts. He wanted to

daydream of better


Like children

forever back in time,

the desk was a place

to sit and learn your

lesson, while daydreaming

about your summer at the


Mr. Carl Young

appeared from a doorway.

He had that arrogant,

teacher’s smirk on his face,

like, “Is this kid going to

learn today?”

“Are you ready for

the thinking cap, Brian?”

Brian Old trembled

with fear.

“Too bad. We have some

new subjects to learn in virtual

reality. And parent/teacher

conferences are coming up.

Don’t you want to ever see

your parents again?”

Brian Old had no

opinion on that. All he

could dream about in his

mind would be just to

be normal, not a half-human


“Today, we are

studying history and

social studies. Put your

thinking cap on.”

Brian Old felt

a little tear come out of

his eye. The little bit of

him that had a human

component to him

dreaded this thinking cap.

It was electronic


The first history

lesson was earth B.G,

before Gugolor.

They played the

“Beegees,” for

a musical background,

to a previous inferior

time called the “Disco-

dancing days,” of the

seventies, a time when

humans used their freedom

to do stupid things.

Then he saw all

the wars of the earth,

all the violence, the

modern problems of

the world, pollution,

global warming, and

Brian Old watched the

majority of the human

race dying.

It was horrible.

It was the worst. And

this was the brainwashing

that was given to every

creature, so everybody

could obey King Gugolor,

and consider him a god.

Carl Young had

gotten careless. He felt

a little hungry, so he

left his post to get a

Snicker’s bar to munch


He wasn’t really

allowed to, but he was

approaching tenure on his

job, so he was starting to

get irresponsible.

He had put in his resume

for spaceship Sumatra.

He would soon be off

this dreadful planet.

Or so he thought.

He’d underestimated

Brian Old’s will to die.

When he walked in, the

thinking cap was on the

ground, and the cords

that bound Brian Old

were pulled out.

Brian Old had

yanked out his own

life support system!

He was dead!

Now what

was Carl Young going

to do? He’d never

lost a student!

His ticket off

the planet wouldn’t


He had to escape!

He was going to jail!

He tried to sneak

out the back door.

Two robotic police

immediately grabbed him

and handcuffed him.

“You are under

arrest for the murder of

Brian Old.”

“I didn’t murder

him! He committed

suicide!” protested

Carl Young.

“Tell it to the judge.”

the robots said.

So Carl Young

went before the local judge,

and was pronounced guilty

of “Ineffective therapy.”

His psychology and teaching

therapy license were revoked,

never to be renewed, and once,

Carl, one of the more promising

of the gene-splicing babies,

was reduced to community

service, spending the rest

of his unnatural life

cleaning up horse stables.

Moral of the story:

You can’t mess with

mother nature!


By Mark Hudson


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