Get Yourself Possible Scientific Yggdrasil
G.Y.P.S.Y
Prologue: Everyone loves systems.
An unknown lab where nothing is state of the art. The whirls and buzzes from out of date equipment sounds throughout the lab. Non nondescript machine and devices of yesteryear plod along. Nondescript lab technicians run around in standard white coats. Painful glaring white lights shine down upon questionable science. A slightly messy looking mousy hair bobs next to an outdated computer. If another person where to come to the lab, they would scream mad scientists.
The lead technician approaches the almost gender-less head at the computer.
About the loud hash noise, a folder exchanges hands between them. In bold red letters on the newish folder, one could make out “What are Systems?” on the object.
The sound of papers being shuffled can be heard above the discordant noise in the
in the computer lab.
If asked, the slightly crazed brown haired project leader would probably yell in a deranged voice how they were trying to save the planet! It would be hard to figure out how by looking around the faded warehouse they were in though. Maybe if more money or people had joined, it would not look like a bad 80s sci-fi movie. The one
thing that stood out was a big sapling.
The young plant looked out of this world. Green stem lead to strange green, brown, red, and black leaves of different shades. An observer would point out said sapling was 9 feet tall. An unusually pleasant aroma flooded throughout the ex
abandoned warehouse.
“We are about to change the course of everything! After this experiment nothing will ever be the same!” The lead scientist screams with spittle flying.
“Are you sure about this? Nothing like this plant has ever existed according to science! We don't know what dangers this new plant may become!” The technician pleads on her knees to the Head scientist.
The scientist approaches her. “ Lana we have to try! The world outside is both Burning and flooding due to what we have done!”
The technician stands up as tears fall down her coat. “Aerica, we could be literally playing with fire! The effects of such high energy new floral lifeforms could cause uncontrollable evolution's! Remember what GMO's and climate change has done to plants, rats and pigs!”
A video of a hogzilla plays on a flickering monitor in a corner. Rednecks and hunters jump out of a faded red pickup truck with guns. They grab shotguns and rifles and begin shooting at the 1 ton 10 foot mutant pig.
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“Turn it off!” is heard from the others huddled in front of their computers. A shrill voice screams. “We all know what happens next! No one want to watch them die!”
The power slightly dims as another technicians hustles over to shut off the screen. A sense of dread lingers in the stuffy lab. They all knew what the stakes were before joining. All the other scientists have joined political parties, hopped on board with companies, or join the tech billionaires trying to build colonizing rockets to mars!
Time was running out, and everyone there could sense that. From the small break room, a non nondescript news agency was blaring political unrest and tribal divisions. Hate could be heard screaming from the old flat screen television. A faint smell of stale coffee, old pizza, and vending machine junk food lingered in the air.
Vibrations start coming from the sapling being bombarded with high energy particles. If an individual read the folder they would have notice the advanced genetic sequencing of multiple DNA signatures. Project Yggdrasil was written on the first page. It literally was a hail mary from the tank tank, a plant with all the DNA of the planet inside.
A younger tech paces in the lobby. They could not possibly be older than 25. Baby fat was still in their cheeks. Looking around at the lobby, one could tell it was from the 1960s. One sad fake rubber tree sat near the door leading out of the warehouse.
“What is taking them so long!?! I'm starving here!” could be heard from the person pacing back and forth. Feeling distressed, they turn to the door leading into the lab. 2 faded restroom doors stand nearby. One was possibly the men's room, the other no longer legible.
Bright pink hair could be seen pushing the faded door open as the door behind them leading to the lobby got stuck slightly open. Water trickling could be heard from within the bathroom. Various sounds of relief came out of the stalls. “Damn my small bladder!” was heard echoing out. If someone was in there with them, they might have heard a small buzzing noise coming from their left pocket.
Meanwhile, a delivery car pulls into the pothole ridden, ancient parking lot. A logo the author can not tell you about stands on the car roof. The driver pulls out an insulated, soggy container and proceeds to the warehouse door.
Back in the bathroom the sound of flushing can be heard, soon followed be the sound of a faucet being turned on. Knocking can be heard from the lobby. The oblivious tech starts humming in the bathroom, washing their hands.
A 20 something zit covered pizza employee open the lobby door and screams “Pizza order is hear! Pizza order for nerdy lab techs!” Almost foolishly the pizza delivery person walks towards the lab doors. One can almost sense the dread imitating from the warehouse as the universe seems to hold it's breath.
The group inside pauses as the sealed doors open. In barges a youth holding a pizza carrier. “I'm looking for whoever ordered 4 large supremes!” Aerica looks over to late. The scientist screams, “Shut the door now!” Too late the command sinks into the room.
The plants seemingly glows as the electricity starts to go out. One last brave surge illuminates the readouts before fading to darkness. Doom comes throughout as the situation starts to sink in. The glow fades. Almost in horror, the gathered people watch their last hope wither and die.
“You fool! Do YOU have any idea what YOU have done!!!” Both Aerica and Lana scream almost in tandem. Everyone but the delivery person has a look of shock and sadness on their face.
If there was any light, one would almost notice the faint spores heading to the doors like a fine mist. The experiment had failed, but something else had gotten out! The whir of an ancient backup generator kicks in minute too late.
As Aerica and Lana notice the power coming back on, they realize too late the doors are open. The dim light Illuminating the dead plant as the scientists start to notice the few spores still in the room.
“Close the doors! We're too late to stop containment! Maybe we can salvage the spores and continue the experiment in some form!” Aerica screams as everyone springs into action! “And get this damned Pizza Delivery out of my LAB!” The glass vibrates slightly to the rising octaves.
Outside the spores spread across the wind entering the atmosphere. Trillions of Yggdrasil seedling spores drift around waiting to rain down upon the earth. A faint whisper seem to come from them as animals eat, inhale, and absorb the spores. More start falling into the lakes and oceans. “Beginning integration”
Prologue end.