5 Jun


The hum of electrical power resonated from the cabinets situated around the room. Grey, steel, monoliths standing silently on a raised metal floor. The sterility of micro-production and lamp-lit manufacturing was all pervasive in the darkened spaces that constituted the lab. Nothing stirred except the occasional whirr of magnetic tape – the silence broken only by the click of myriad L.E.D.’s. Abandoned and neglected the systems continued to function without the interference of operators or third-party machinations. In the center of the laboratory, stood the control console. Five bright lights glowed on its stainless-steeled instrument panel.

Suddenly there were six.  The blue of the the final lamp bursting forth into shadowed darkness.


An elevator whirred in the back ground as it began its steady descent to the laboratory. Seconds passed before it finally bumped to a stop. The steel doors opened. A figure stepped out and the motion activated lights flickered on. The L.E.D’S on the machines dimmed as white-neon flooded the space.

The figure in the doorway hesitated briefly, shook his head, and then walked over to the console. He’d a lot on his mind and was afraid that he may have forgotten something. It‘d been a tough week. Demanading both physically and mentally however, he’d stuck to the original game plan and things had worked themselves out. Of course there’d been difficulties. With a project of this magnitude it was only to be expected that things would go wrong. Fortunately the miscalculations had existed only in the minutia, the grand-design was otherwise intact.

 Pages and pages of calculations had been meticulously labored over until they’d made perfect sense. The technical drawings depicting the finished project had been micro-analyzed to the point where nothing had been left to chance. Every last detail had been pondered and resolved. It wasn’t exactly immaculate conception, however, the birthing pains had been slight.

The original time-line had been much longer, but given the fact that there were so many other projects waiting in the wings, equally deserving of his time, this one had to be settled before he could move on. With so much to accomplish he’d developed an innate ability to multitask – to think on his feet. Even so, “One thing at a time,” is what he’d told himself.

He pulled out the chair, took off his yellow hard-hat and placed it on the desk. The alarm upstairs had gone off, warning him that the final L.E.D. had illuminated. He’d dressed hurriedly, pulled on his lab-coat and made his way quickly to the elevator. With a project as big as this there was no point in leaving anything to chance, afterall there was only himself to rely on. There’d be nobody to blame but himself. He’d considered embarking on a similar project earlier in his career however in order to guarantee succes everything had to be just perfect, the conditions just right.

Self reliance had allowed him to master all there was to know about the control room. Left to his own devices he’d modified and added as he saw fit. The maximization of ergonomic potential ensuring that his tasks were quicker and easier to complete.

Without warning the blue light on the sixth L.E.D. blinked off. He stared in horror at the dash board, and slammed his fist down hard on the metal surface. The blue light came back on. “Loose bulb,” he thought, pressing down on the cover to reseat the bulb. The light held fast.

The L.E.D.’s bore witness to his efforts. The work required had drained him. Never before had he put so much of himself into one project. Anything that came after this would be simplicity itself. He stretched and pushed himself back in the chair hardly noticing the wind-and-whirr of the magnetic reels, oblivious to the click-and-clack of electrical switching, blind to the sea of lights in front of him.

His work was done. He grabbed his hat, closed the project folder on the table and placed it in the drawer.The blue prints pinned to the board behind him were taken down, rolled up, and put away.

He wouldn’t be needing those anymore!

He yawned, took one last look at the console and moved towards the elevator. Tomorrow was the seventh day. He had nothing planned, and didn’t intend getting out of bed for anything. One stolen day, in a week that had seemed to last a lifetime, was exactly what he needed.  A little R-and-R  – a bit of alone time. No more calculations, putting out fires or resolving seemingly irresolvable issues.

The elevator opened and he walked inside. The door closed and the lights in the lab switched off. As the elevator wound itself upwards, the machines down below in the lab continued to throb and hum.


On the console the sixth L.E.D. shivered.

The blue light blinked briefly, and then went out.


2 Responses to “GENESIS…”

  1. Eveline Horelle Dailey June 6, 2011 at 11:18 am #

    This was
    Brilliant! let me know when this book is out too.


  2. happilydisgruntled June 17, 2011 at 7:05 am #

    I’m intrigued! Can’t wait to read the rest!

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