PART I: EARTH
CHAPTER I Alma 3 - 1
SCENE 01-1 – Human Stereogenomic Project – Biological Entity Number 328
Location: Planet Earth, Chile, Atacama Desert, central control room of the Alma 3 project.
Time: Coordinated Universal Time from initial date –01.+12.31. 23:59:30 (UTC-4).
Setting: Shift change for observation and surveillance.
The Atacama Large Millimeter/Submillimeter Array 3, or ALMA 3, forms a single interferometric telescope composed of 198 high-precision antennas located on the Chajnantor plateau at an altitude of 5,000 meters in northern Chile. ALMA 3, the evolution and refinement of ALMA 2, is an international project directed by the Global World Order (GWO) through its regional scientific branches: the European Southern Observatory (ESO), the National Science Foundation of the United States (NSF), the National Institutes of Natural Sciences of Japan (NINS), together with MOST and ASIAA (Eastern China) and KASI (Republic of Korea, southern department), in cooperation with the Southwestern Americas.
My colleague greeted me with a smile: my shift was beginning, his was ending. The night over the Atacama Observatory was clear and brilliant—though in truth, every night there is clear and brilliant at 5,000 meters in the driest desert on Earth. And in the end, I would never get used to those smiles.
I knew it: I was not like them. I was not a human being like everyone else. Above all, I had no father or mother. I was the child of No One—and of many at once. I had not been properly born, nor delivered. I had awakened to self-consciousness inside a laboratory of the Human Stereogenomic Project (HSP). With no family of origin, I bore no surname, only a code: HSP328. Yet I had been assigned a human name, at least apparently: Eugene. I was Eugene HSP328. The last and only complete specimen, the three hundred and twenty-eighth of a long series, the product of advanced stereogenomic engineering that had used artificial intelligence to design a man free of genetic flaws or diseases.
Editing techniques had been applied to me and to all my predecessors, sacrificed at the embryonic stage.
Every nucleotide and its base had been analyzed, compared, accepted or discarded.
Ultimately, the full DNA was assembled and inserted into a three-dimensional system of molecular relations. Molecule by molecule, everything was placed analytically. No mistakes allowed. No crippling mutations. No metabolic defects. Yet I was even more than that. Every part of me was interconnected with geometric precision, from cytoplasm to mitochondria, from endoplasmic reticulum to Golgi apparatus. Every molecule, down to the last vesicle and its transport dynein, was positioned according to a three-dimensional design.
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Each note on a piano can be perfect. But if the strings are not in harmony with one another—differing in structure and composition—the music will become unpleasant.
In me, even the whole was cared for: the three-dimensional relationships between the parts, so as to build not only an organism without mutations, but one in which every gene and every molecule acted harmoniously with the others.
A new dimension of biochemical and genetic study dealt with the relationships between genes and their molecular products in interaction with cellular morphology. This new science was called “stereogenomics.” A body written with mathematical logic in a quantum computer, designed not only base by base, gene by gene, but analyzed molecule by molecule, shape by shape.
Unlike the previous 327 embryos, my development was allowed to continue. I do not know who or what made that decision. The inquiry commission appointed to examine my case reached no conclusion. The chain of orders and counter-orders that led to the final decision to preserve my embryo and complete my organism, turning it into a full human being, has never been definitively reconstructed. I was simply conceived inside an artificial-pregnancy device, and on the day I came into the world I became the first complete human being developed and differentiated within a biomechanical system designed by human technology.
I do not know if I was also the last. It was decided that I could live, grow and become an adult like a normal human being, but the extraordinary results of the first tests on my physical and intellectual abilities led to the suspension of all other attempts at extrauterine pregnancies: I was too different from the rest of humanity.
Thus, when I was born—if one can say so—a new subspecies of Homo came into being, biologically free of genetic defects, despite phenotypic traits approaching albinism: extremely fair skin and almost white-blond hair. A handful of people like me, endowed with intelligence and abilities superior to those of any other individual, could replace or dominate the human population in a short time. For that reason I was considered both a failure and a potential threat, since my success in every field of human activity might upset the social balance and the very power that had conceived and developed me. It was precisely my exceptional psycho-physical aptitudes that brought the project to an end: a risk for ordinary men, a menace—the possibility of being supplanted by a new population of individuals whose progenitors had originated in a laboratory.
The project was accused of racism and eugenics. Thus, to my knowledge, I remain the only adult individual ever created through stereogenomic editing: 2.01 meters tall, with a degree in astrophysics at just sixteen years of age.
Today I am forty-eight, yet I look barely over twenty. I can break any human record in any sport. I was a Formula One champion and the best pilot of the most advanced fighter aircraft.
As an astronaut, my primary activity was space exploration: I landed on Mars with a human crew.
But to them, I am not a man. I am a “biological entity”.
I was never permitted to have children, at least not legally, for political reasons. In truth, I would have liked to have one—but with whom could I have generated it? A human woman could have borne me children, but I did not want children inferior to myself.
At that time, I had been temporarily assigned to ALMA 3 and I was there, the “last man” on duty in the central room of the project, where all the data from the 198 antennas in the desert converged to form a powerful telescope capable of capturing millimetric and sub-millimetric electromagnetic waves.
The receiving room was wrapped in the glow of screens and background panels; silence reigned, and the peace of solitude gave me clarity. I felt at ease alone with myself, whereas human company quickly became unbearable. Only the faint hum of the electronic equipment could be heard.
