Genosimulation (A Teen & Young Adult Science Fiction): A Young Adult Science Fiction Thriller Read Free

of bananas (and steaks!). Yummy. Bobby
loved bananas, and more than that - he loved steaks. This time, for some
reason, mama Lia decided to give him extra.
    Oh, mama Lia. Bobby looked at her with love and took a
mouthful of the meat, savoring the feeling of it melting in his mouth. Oh, the
steak was delicious. Oh, Bobby loved mother Lia.
    But why did she look so worried?
    Four minutes, fifty-three seconds to death, mother Lia
sneaked a cold hand inside Zomy's hand. And he, embarrassed as ever, looked
down at her for the briefest of time (17 milliseconds, to be exact) lingering
on her wild, golden hair before falling into her green eyes.
    Sad green eyes.
    "That's the way it's meant to be, Lia," Zomy
whispered.
    "I hope that this experiment will fail," she
blurted back. And meant every word.
    This very phrase seemed to raise every hair on his back. No,
he definitely did not want the experiment to fail. Four minutes, thirty-nine
seconds before death, he was NOT willing for this experiment to fail.
    Failure of the experiment meant canceling the project.
Decisively, without arguments. The chiefs wanted results. The only way they
were able to confirm the continued unbelievable funding of this godforsaken pit
was to get results. Here and now. Unlike other projects, such as nuclear and
space research, his project had no apparent military significance.
    Apparent, he reminded himself.
    Who am I kidding? OF COURSE it has military implications.
And if I don’t know them yet, it's because I shouldn't. They don’t want me to
know them. But I know, unfortunately.
    It was not important to him. Military stuff meant nothing to
him. He trusted the government and the IDF to do the right thing. We already
have nuclear bombs. No one dares to really mess with us. The same thing will
come out of this project, if anything. Less reason to mess with us.
    Four minutes and twenty seconds just before death, even
Bobby began to understand the meaning of the experiment. He felt something.
    Lia felt it before he did.
    One slight movement on the monitors made her fingers tighten
lightly around Zomy's hand. She took a quick breath.
    Little more than a second later, Bobby felt the first twinge
of pain. In a way it reminded him of one of those countless needles pecking
him, even from infancy. But no, this was not exactly the same feeling. The
needles were something external, probing in. This twinge appeared inside out,
sending a sharp beam of pain along his back.
    His jaws opened. The steak fell to the floor of the cage.
    Lia's body tensed.
    "It begins," muttered a voice from one of the
respected officers, and was met with an mmmm of agreement.
    Bobby was going to die, and here they were, clapping their
hands, she thought.
    "This experiment must not fail," Zomy commented on
what Lia said just few thousand milliseconds ago. "This experiment is life
itself."
    Three minutes and fifty-four seconds off death, Zomy allowed
himself a light smile. Finally an experiment that uses no chemicals, uses no
physical action, no external interventions. Pure experiment, as life should be.
An experiment without an experiment.
    "Zomy, he’s suffering ..." Lia whispered loudly,
pointing to the chimp, who had collapsed to the floor of his cage.
    "Stay out of this."
    This time it was Zomy who squeezed her hand.
    She did not mean to interfere, of course, although her
entire soul urged her to go to the chimp - who took her for his mother - and
give him the kiss of life in the form of some adrenaline.
    She didn't really mean to interfere with the experiment.
True - she was a doctor. True - she had the power to save lives. But not now.
Not this life.
    Three minutes and forty seconds before death, Bobby
whimpered.
    And all the people in the room, even those who never knew
Bobby's name was Bobby, tensed up. There is something chilling in the howl of
death. Even when the death was caused entirely by aging and natural causes. For
many seconds, there was no other voice in the room, except