A Story of a Rose, an Artist, and History

The twelvemonth was 2700 AD, and the technological advances of world were impressive. By now, 99% of disease had been eliminated, and the norm life span was around 150 years. Innovating and exciting new Fields of scientific discipline had been opened and subdivided. Art establish new and originative ways to be expressed. The ways of the people became not necessarily simple, but all directed towards fulfilling the passionateness of the heart, the creativitiy of the mind.

Bastello walked with his/her lover Rols, gently trotting across the otherwise untouched cobblestone. As they passed by a lodging unit, they hear some shouting. It was their friend Casva. "Hey, Bastello! Rols! I've got something you desire to see!"

"We're comin'!" Bastello hollered. Technology had go molded with biological science in this era, and many organic structures included implants that helped encouragement immunity, strength, and other basic functioning.

"What make you have got for us, Casva?" Rols asked once the two were inside the lodging unit of measurement of their comrade.

"My latest creation," s/he replied, "Are you looking?"

"The flower?" Bastello asked, "What about it?"

"I've been tweaking the factors of it for the past few weeks," Casva sad, "I bought a factor use kit at the avocation store. With all the attempt I've set into it, I believe I've been able to make the most beautiful flower ever." A expression at the scene right now would uncover a flower, a computing machine attached to the flower, and a solar panel similarly attached to the flower. "This solar panel lets me to acquire more than energy to the flower faster," Casva says, "Sure, sure, it's not natural like other hobbyists like, but hey, it acquires it faster to the best part."

"So, what make you have got to demo us?" Rols asked, "It's a flower. It's not even open. It's very much closed."

"Okay, ticker this," Casva replies. S/He turns to his/her computing machine and fourth estates a few keys, and then tosses three electric switches attached to the solar panel.

With all that, the flower bloomed. It was a rose, but not any ordinary rose. The flower petals started to switch in color, twisting and turning into oranges, purples, greens, blues, yellows, the colours moving in and out much like moving ridges would nail in the ocean. The psychedelic colours of the flower molded, morphed, grew, rose, shrunk, and receded. But, just as they had managed to be amazed entirely by this 1 spectacle of the flower, something else happened. It started to turn. The caput of the flower was turning at at utmostly slow pace, adding to the immense beauty of the plant, allowing others to afford a greater grasp of its colors. And, then something unusual happened... All throughout the room, a sound could be heard. A very gentle and increasing humming could be heard coming from the centre of the flower. It almost sounded like a chorale voice. Very light. Very gentle. Very delicate. This flower, whose colours were changing and morphing constantly, its caput slowly turning, and now, the perfect voice of a human resonant from it... In one more than minute, all these mathematical functions would stop, and it would fold again.

"Wow, that was amazing," Bastello said, "I mean, I've seen some flowers make some crazy things, but that was absolutely brilliant."

"Seven thousand lines of altered genes, my friend," Casva said, tapping his/her computer, "There are millions I have got got yet to tap in to."

"I have not seen anything so beautiful in all my years," Rols said.

"Yeap," Casva replied, "It takes 12 hours of the solar panel being charged just to acquire two minutes. I'm trying to cut down that time without harming the abilities of the plant."

"You know, Casva," Bastello said, "Several hundred old age ago, toiling with things like genetic science was considered a societal violation. It was considered heresy, playing as god, to make what you've done."

"Oh, I know," Casva replied, "And only a few hundred old age earlier than that, it was considered unorthodoxy to paint a image of something that didn't include angels or god. So many pictures were burned, so many libraries were leveled. And, if we also desire to delve into the past, you'll retrieve that what docs did was considered heretical, because everyone thought that God planned for them a decease day of the month -- and prolonging that day of the month was considered heresy."

"Yeah, you believe people would larn to dwell and allow live," Rols said, "If it doesn't trouble oneself you, don't fuck with it."

"I don't believe it's that, precisely," Casva said, as he unplugged a few wires from his/her computer, and then looking up to his/her comrades, "Actually, I believe it's learning what fusses you and what doesn't trouble oneself you. The Nazis could actually reason that, by letting the Jews dwell in peace, they were being bothered. Homophobes of the early 20th century argued that by allowing Homosexuals to dwell in peace, they were being bothered. You wouldn't believe it at first, but the 'sanctity of marriage' have just about the same foundation as the 'sanctity of the achromatic race.' Most of the time, it is the tormentor whose psychological science is, in fact, not much more than adult from when he was perhaps three or four old age ago. It is the fault of the tormentor to seaport the ill thoughts of subjugation -- not the fault of the oppressed to struggle back." http://www.punkerslut.com

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