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Chapter Five Hundred and forty-one : Human (part three)

CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and FORTY-ONE

(part three)

“Sorry, I just really hate being here,” Blane said. “I’m grateful for the miraculous nature of this healing, but I have a newborn, a wife, and a family that could really use me. I feel useless here. Frustrated.”

Abi nodded.

“I would, as well,” Abi said. “I understand.”

“Would you like to play poker?” Blane asked. He pointed to the cards. “Chess?”

“I had a better idea,” Abi said.

“Okay,” Blane said.

“You have had the building blocks of humanity introduced into your system,” Abi said. “This material …”

“Stem cells?” Blane asked.

Realizing that she might have something interesting to say, he sat down in the chair on the other side of the glass.

“Yes, that is what they are named,” Abi said. “They are like tiny pieces of, for lack of a better understanding, me.”

“I’d never thought of it like that,” Blane said. “But that makes sense.”

“I thought that together — you and I — we could harness the potential power of this gift,” Abi said.

“Why?” Blane asked.

“That is a good question,” Abi said. “However, I don’t think there is an answer to ‘why’.”

Blane nodded.

“You see, for most of human life, humans have struggled for basic survival,” Abi said. “Even a few decades ago, food was questionable. Shelter was only for the very rich. Now, most people have food and shelter and …”

Abi shrugged.

“You are well fed,” Abi said. “Your basic needs are taken care of. You’re an adult, a fit adult I might add. You have a family that loves you. You have work you enjoy. Your life is stable in a safe city in the middle of the country.”

“And now I have the building blocks of humanity,” Blane said. “What does that mean?”

“I have no idea,” Abi said.

Blane gave her a long look.

“Okay,” Abi said. “I have some idea.”

“Go on,” Blane said.

“I am made of the components which made the world,” Abi said. “You are as well. It’s just that I am … purer, I guess, so would be the world. More elemental.”

“Loki told Heather that you were dropped here,” Blane said.

“Loki is full of shit,” Abi said.

Blane laughed.

“That is the proper expression, isn’t it?” Abi asked.

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