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☞The 1st Martian Child
He had first entered undergraduate school as a computer programmer. He found that he most loved the ability to rewrite the coding from other programs, rather than building his own code from the ground up. Afterall, why reinvent the wheel? If a program serves the purpose of the designer, with simple flaws, why scrap it and start over. It was much more feasible to debug, and replicate entire strings and numbers to program out the inherent problems within a program. Now, two years after finishing his graduate work in aerospace engineering, he found this training led him to this moment.
And, what a moment it was! Turning to the row of trays cached within the walls of the domicile, he deposited his scopes, taking care to secure them from the low-gravity conditions. Then, taking the forceps, he turned to Lt. Eve and began the difficult task of delivering the child from his breached position within the uterus. Wiggling and squirming, the infant dropped from the womb with sudden ease. The tough spiny exoskeleton had conquered the birth canal with less difficulty than had been imagined. The Lt. hadn't moved, thanks to the array of designer drugs supplied just after she went into labor. But, much work would be needed to staunch the unexpected increase in bleeding resulting from the forceps delivery of the universe's first synthetic man.
Holding the child up to the dim light, he worked quickly to clear his lungs, and force the low-mass O2 into his lungs. Then his lungs inflated with a gasp and an explosion of sound filled the domicile as Adam, the first civilian citizen of Mars, sucked in his first breath of manufactured oxygen. As Adam's eyes opened, they scanned the tiny quarters until they fell on the face of the designer who had worked to successfully genetically "re-wire" his human body to develop an exoskeleton to withstand the radiation, and the rigors of the mining colony life he was destined to live. A smile spread like sunlight across the face of the Programmer very much like the dawn of a new era, and as the bow in the clouds signaling the dawn of life on Mars and the birth of the first native Martian child.
...to be continued... or will it?
Vicky Hunt
And, what a moment it was! Turning to the row of trays cached within the walls of the domicile, he deposited his scopes, taking care to secure them from the low-gravity conditions. Then, taking the forceps, he turned to Lt. Eve and began the difficult task of delivering the child from his breached position within the uterus. Wiggling and squirming, the infant dropped from the womb with sudden ease. The tough spiny exoskeleton had conquered the birth canal with less difficulty than had been imagined. The Lt. hadn't moved, thanks to the array of designer drugs supplied just after she went into labor. But, much work would be needed to staunch the unexpected increase in bleeding resulting from the forceps delivery of the universe's first synthetic man.
Holding the child up to the dim light, he worked quickly to clear his lungs, and force the low-mass O2 into his lungs. Then his lungs inflated with a gasp and an explosion of sound filled the domicile as Adam, the first civilian citizen of Mars, sucked in his first breath of manufactured oxygen. As Adam's eyes opened, they scanned the tiny quarters until they fell on the face of the designer who had worked to successfully genetically "re-wire" his human body to develop an exoskeleton to withstand the radiation, and the rigors of the mining colony life he was destined to live. A smile spread like sunlight across the face of the Programmer very much like the dawn of a new era, and as the bow in the clouds signaling the dawn of life on Mars and the birth of the first native Martian child.
...to be continued... or will it?
Vicky Hunt
