Wrong
I am sorry, I had a pretty
interesting philosophy lesson in school today, and this just came into my crazy
little mind. I am sorry, if you feel your beloved Gundam characters offended by
this, but remember: IT’S JUST FICTION!
The empty room, stuffed with
tools and computers was filled noisily. Five scientists occupied the table in
the center, talking loudly.
“Why have you ordered
us here, close to midnight?” Professor G said with an angry snarl.
“Good question!”
Master D complained, drumming his nails on the surface of the table.
“Everything is
going...” but Doctor S couldn’t finish his sentence – J slammed his hand down
onto the table, producing an echoing noise that muted all talking.
“If I were you,
Professor G,” he snarled darkly, “I wouldn’t be complaining too much. This
involves you as much as it involves me.”
G looked quite puzzled
at the concerned and sweaty Doctor J, who took a deep breath, before he sat
down at the head of the table. He wiped his forehead with the one human hand he
had. “Gentleman, this is going to be a shock to all of you. I cannot even
explain...” He turned around and pulled a button which lit the giant screen
they were facing. J clenched his teeth, as the puzzled scientists watched the
recorded scene.
The recording started
as Heero was standing in the middle of the room, staring ahead of him. In his
hand he held a screwdriver. After a moment of silence he just dropped it.
“Duo...?” he said,
looking ahead, his body tensed in shock. The camera zoomed back, revealing Duo
standing ahead of him. He had his hat on, so shadows covered his face.
“Gomen nasai...” he
said, moving a hand to the hat and shadowing his face even more. The Perfect
Soldier just watched for a while.
“No...” he finally
said. “I didn’t know you felt the same.” He took an awkward step forwards,
blushing some, as he freed Duo of the hat, pulling his face close to the
others. The two pilots met in a passionate kiss, hugging tightly, enjoying
themselves.
J stopped the
recording. “They are going even further...” he said coldly, and turned his
chair back to the other four scientists. Professor G looked extremely pale.
There was no explanation for this, they all knew that.
“If it had been
Trowa... I’d have understood,” Doctor S muttered, gasping for air.
J glanced at these
others angrily. “I just hope none of you guys fucked with me fifteen years
ago!” he snarled angrily. The scientist just glared back and it was Professor
H, who found his words first.
“No,... I can’t
explain that myself... I am sorry, Doctor J and Professor G, but you must have
made the mistake yourself.”
“MISTAKE?” J yelled,
slamming his hand on the table once more, “It was all throughoutly PLANNED!”
His mechanical hand flexed dangerously. “We have carefully assorted all genetic
substance, produced what we needed, provoked whatever was necessary and left
out other things. From the very beginning neither
of the pilots was supposed to love!”
“Maybe, Doctor, it’s
just the sexual interest. We didn’t take that out - for our reasons.”
“No, hell, NO! Heero
loves Duo, and Duo loves Heero. They love each other as much as a lover can. Do
I need to show you more of this tape right now, to prove to you what is
happening? Do you really need to hear more of what they are telling each other,
when they lay in one another’s arms? There’s no denying it.”
The scientists gazed
down onto the table.
“How could that
possibly have happened?” Professor H asked.
“And what do we have
to fear for Quatre and Wufei?” Master D pressed out with some effort. “I worked
well on Wufei’s genetic codes, there can’t be anything---”
“So did I on Duo’s,” G
whispered restrainedly, “I can’t understand what we messed up.”
“Neither can I. I’ve
always trusted in all our abilities,” Doctor S confirmed. “I wonder whether the
original Trowa Barton...”
“Stop it,” H shushed
him.
“Fact is,” J picked up
again, “that Duo already rebelled once against this whole system... Not to
mention Quatre’s little fit,” he looked at H in an uncomfortable manner, “and
my Heero, not killing those he was supposed to kill. However, we could say all
this was due to minor mistakes. This newly revealed feature is putting things
into a different light. I think you are all clear, what our genetic experiments
tried to create: A group of strong war heroes, perfectly matching in their
abilities – a unique team if you will, unafraid of death.”
The group nodded.
“We did best as we
could, creating personalities, making them act and behave like humans, making
each one different in a way. I thank you for Duo, Professor G, for Wufei,
Master D and for Quatre, Professor H. I even thank you Doctor S, for not
hesitating to send your own project to death and finding such a fitting
substitute for Trowa. Yet, we have to admit, that what we have created is
beyond us. We have to admit, it is running out of our hands...”
Once again he turned
to the screen. Professor H and Master D clenched their teeth. Duo was out of
control, but maybe Quatre and Wufei would still be functioning perfectly.
“Here are our
projects, in their current positions...” J said, grabbing a remote and going
through the channels. He gasped, as he came across the kitchen camera, where
Duo was currently cuddling with Heero. In Wufei’s chamber, they found
everything alright, fortunately for Master D. Yet... there was another
surprise. The next image showed Trowa and Quatre, laying in bed next to each
other, a blanked covering their half-naked bodies.
“No,” H gasped at the
sight of Quatre cuddled to the taller European.
“I am sorry...” S
said, fearing that the only natural human “Trowa” had seduced Quatre.
“Might not be your
fault, after all...” H muttered, “I know Quatre has changed before.”
“Let’s face it,” J
said, finally switching the screen off, “It won’t take long for Wufei to be the
same. Our genetic project has run out of our hands a long while ago.”
“Right,” G admitted,
“They have developed a mind and life of their own. They still are good
fighters, but they won’t listen to us for much longer. They will make all their
own decisions.”
“Let’s not fool
ourselves,” H said, finally catching himself again, “they have never been under
our control in the first place.”
“They are no humans!”
D protested.
“What do you define as human?” J asked angrily.
“They do not only look like humans – they are conscious of themselves, they
make their own decisions, they feel, and they have developed a sense of love
all on their own. Life – nature – has forced it’s will all by itself, shown us,
what ignorant people we are, to believe we could create ‘human machines’, just
how we wish them to be.”
“But love give’s these guys another meaning,”
Doctor S interrupted, “They might not be willing to sacrifice their lives now,
they might loose their skills on the battlefield.”
“It is not in our
hands!” G snarled.
“We won’t be able to
create people as we wish them to be. We tried to play God and it’s just the
right thing to happen to us. It means more than thirty years of studying went
down the drain. We have been taught something, though. Life is so precious,
that humans like us could never recreate that. Nature takes it’s path without
our influence. We wanted to create machines, designed and created after our
will in tubs. Once again, we see, that the machines turn against us, because
what we did was wrong. We haven’t got
the right to mess with life.”
“Are the four pilots,
who are our creation, really alive, though? What we did was, we gave him the
ability for most human emotions, and that’s what they show...” D interrupted,
thinking about Wufei’s shocked face as his colony had been blown up.
“They are more alive
than our numb minds will ever be,” J said, all weak and resigned. “I hereby
pronounce, that our project has failed. We must leave these pilots to their own
decisions from now on. As human beings they have the right for freedom. I thank
all of you for sacrificing your life time for one of the most important
realizations in human history: We are not meant to create or copy life. They
are not ours anymore.”
“We haven’t failed,” G
agreed, “we’ve succeeded in adding a challenge to the beauty of nature, and
nature has taken it with all it’s blissfulness.”
There was silence on
the table. After a while, J unplugged the computers.
“They have a right for
privacy.”