Alex was glad to finally be away from that crowd. He got off the maglev
and headed down the street towards the factory. The factory was the only
place he felt comfortable; certainly better than home. Helen was one of
those boring lifeless types that couldn't hold an interesting conversation
to save their life, just the kind Alex couldn't stand. Sex was about all
she, or any other woman for that matter, was good for to him. The factory
was completely the opposite of Helen, and perhaps that's why Alex liked it
so much. It was bustling, alive, filled with activity. It had a purpose for
being, a grand purpose, and one that he was proud to be a part of: To serve
Society.
Alex went into his station and began his work day as usual. He put on his gloves and safety goggles and headed towards the conveyor belt without hesitation. Alex took pride in his work. Each embryo vial had to be inspected carefully and then put through quick but thorough chemical analysis. The embryo was checked for any abnormalities whatsoever, and rejects had to be disposed of immediately. Also, it must be insured that each embryo is put in its proper class. A mistake would be a grave crime against Society. "Imagine," Alex had been told while learning the process, "if a Midgard was mistaken for an Asgard. How could that average being be expected to serve Society as a high member?? A Midgardian would certainly fail in its work. We can't have inefficiency, you know, that would be chaos." "Mistakes make people like that heretic," thought Alex, "What a shame."
Alex was in charge of the Asgardians, the best and brightest of Society. Only the finest specimens would pass these tests. They were nurtured with extra care, and given the best nutrients available to support proper physical and mental growth. Alex himself was a hybrid Asgardian-Midgardian, and perfectly suited for this line of work. He had the skills to do the job, but not the cognitive ability to realize what exactly he was doing. He had never questioned what he did, had never made a mistake, and in fact could not imagine doing so. He seemed incapable of such shortcomings, like all good members of Society.
Though the work was tedious and slow, time flew by for Alex. When the day ended, he grudgingly cleaned up his work station and headed for the maglev station.
Alex went into his station and began his work day as usual. He put on his gloves and safety goggles and headed towards the conveyor belt without hesitation. Alex took pride in his work. Each embryo vial had to be inspected carefully and then put through quick but thorough chemical analysis. The embryo was checked for any abnormalities whatsoever, and rejects had to be disposed of immediately. Also, it must be insured that each embryo is put in its proper class. A mistake would be a grave crime against Society. "Imagine," Alex had been told while learning the process, "if a Midgard was mistaken for an Asgard. How could that average being be expected to serve Society as a high member?? A Midgardian would certainly fail in its work. We can't have inefficiency, you know, that would be chaos." "Mistakes make people like that heretic," thought Alex, "What a shame."
Alex was in charge of the Asgardians, the best and brightest of Society. Only the finest specimens would pass these tests. They were nurtured with extra care, and given the best nutrients available to support proper physical and mental growth. Alex himself was a hybrid Asgardian-Midgardian, and perfectly suited for this line of work. He had the skills to do the job, but not the cognitive ability to realize what exactly he was doing. He had never questioned what he did, had never made a mistake, and in fact could not imagine doing so. He seemed incapable of such shortcomings, like all good members of Society.
Though the work was tedious and slow, time flew by for Alex. When the day ended, he grudgingly cleaned up his work station and headed for the maglev station.
