Last month I was in a rush and to my eternal shame I forgot to thank Sue Purkiss, Claire Fayers and Penny Dolan, three wonderful ladies who helped a dam idiot in distress when I couldn't sign into Google and therefore the blog. Thank you all, I regret belatedly, for stepping so kindly into the breach.
I noticed a news article this week describing how scientists have discovered complete copies of Mammoth DNA that had been perfectly preserved. It reminded me of a piece I wrote as part of an exercise in a writing group. I thought it would be fun to share it with you as, possibly, a salutary warning...
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Time Set:
Future
Century: 22nd
Genre:
Romance
Must include:
A person who is startled or scared or in fear
A woolly mammoth
A meteor strike
The
Mammoth’s Tale.
Miranda and
Alberto were gazing into the night sky, trunks entwined, tusk to tusk, watching
the meteor storm.
‘I was so
afraid when the reports showed that two of the largest meteors might hit the
Earth… and make us extinct once again,’ said Alberto, tickling Miranda’s ear
with the edge of his own… he really was a hopeless romantic.
‘One last
bequest from humanity,’ replied Miranda grimly. ‘They sent up the last of their
nuclear devices and after all this time they’ve blasted the two interstellar torpedoes
that were heading this way…’
‘… which is
why we’ve ended up enjoying this dazzling display rather than with a couple of
devastating dents in the planet,’ continued Alberto, as so often, ending
Miranda’s sentences with a more positive outlook than she was like to add.
‘It’s odd
isn’t it. In several ways it’s been some of the worst aspects of the human
civilisation that have ensured our survival,’ Alberto mused a little later
after having untangled some of the knots in Miranda’s beautifully thick and
course coat. ‘There were the warmongering humans who developed the nuclear
missiles that saved us today, and the over-ambitious, greedy scientists, who
tinkered with our DNA.’
Miranda
snorted in agreement. Like most modern mammoths of the 22nd Century R.E.
(Re-emergence) she despised the group of scientists that following the success
of others to end their extinction had added a few human genes, linked to
intelligence, into the mammoth genome. They had been hoping to create powerful
intelligent beasts that could be trained to do their bidding, like-super
intelligent dogs, not having predicted, as proved to be the case, that the
products of their genetic meddling would be far more intelligent than
themselves. Rather than the modified mammoths becoming intelligent slaves the
tables were soon turned on the humans. However, as the humans proved pretty
useless servants, and were basically not even edible, they were eventually left
to survive in the few corners of the world not occupied by their new masters,
which they didn’t.
‘They say
our scientists have discovered some human DNA samples and are wondering whether
we should end their extinction,’
Alberto told Miranda after offering her a cartload of delicious straw. He
really knew how to treat a girl.
‘I hope they
don’t,’ replied Miranda, somewhat predictably. ‘Those vile two-legged
monstrosities made us extinct once, we don’t want to give them the chance to do
it again. I know it’s unlikely but what if one of our scientists tried adding
some of our genes to theirs? No. Leave their bones in the museums and their
bodies in the permafrost where they left us.’
As he was
steeling up the courage to propose Alberto didn’t think it would help to point
out that it was in the permafrost where the humans found the bodies of the
mammoths whose DNA they used to set off the glorious re-emergence.
‘Did I
mention that my company brought a new prairie last week?’ he asked, building up
to the big question…
1 comment:
Brilliant, Steve! Makes you think...
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