Some say life began with the primordial ooze, for Jeffery it began with a sticky vitamin rich pink fluid and bubbles. He had been very small then. Too small to understand the significance of the fluid and only that he enjoyed the bubbles; they tickled. By his twelfth week of gestation he was moved into a long glass cylinder and the pink fluid became much more gelatinous and gray. Now his environment was changing as he was exposed to a display of lights in varied but warm soothing colors and patterns all around him. These colors were soon accompanied by sounds.
His deliverance into this world wasn't nearly as tranquil. For the first time he was solely responsible for breathing on his own, maintaining his own body temperature, and well everything. He was awake, he was cold, and everything was too bright.
A metal bracelet was slapped on his wrist and then he was wrapped in warm blankets and whisked away. He liked being held. It was like being back in his jar, warm and safe. His nurse had a kind face and she rocked him gently as she did all the babies in the nursery. In the weeks that followed he grew by leaps and bounds. His nurse was a mechanical wonder built only to provide comfort to the 'little ones' as she called them. They were her only concern as her clockwork ticked soothingly. Her mechanical voice sweet, sincere, perfect in Jeffery's world. She was all the love he needed and all he ever knew.
He was back in the laboratory supervising the rows upon rows of his siblings through their gestation when the ground had started to shake, when the great roar came and broke his world. Under the ruin that now composed his entire world he waited. He didn't know what else to do. He was pinned. He watched as the dark figures took away his brothers and sisters. He watched as they deactivated the nurse and seized the remaining jars. He waited for a long time. He waited after the time of quiet. After the green things had begun to grow in his crumble down world. He waited. The Doctor would he home soon. He would set things right. He would be home soon. He needed only to be patient and wait.
7.07.2009
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