Ending's Beginning

Could it be?
The man’s fingers speadily ran over the computer keyboard until a map came up. The room was dark, outside it was night. The moon hung low that night, but the man would not be bothered with looking at the moon. The window was open letting the end of a telescope hang outside. A breeze whispered throughout the room, sending a few papers fluttering off their shelves. He didn’t bother to go over and pick them up. Off the shelves filled with numerous yellow folders and books that held almost every secret known to mankind. He spun his chair around to face the window and look through the telescope. Cursing under his breath her tried to relocate where his telescope has been focusing in. He found it. He then turned back around to face his computer. The screen from the monitor sent a white glare onto his face. Computer finding data, the machine hummed loudly searching through information about the universe; quite a few hundred years since the 21st millennium, there was more than enough information that was gained, even though most of it was useless. The specific coordinates he needed to find where out there somewhere. The machine seemed frantic, and then stopped. After a moment, a black screen came up and as he leaned forward numbers began to appear. He scrolled down the page until he reached the last letter and numbers. D59. His mouth formed the letter and number, and felt the sound of the long awaited vibration in his throat. Saying them outloud, he knew that his dream had finally become true. His time to shine now.
The man reached over towards the phone and dialed the number to the scientific research center. “It’s Dr. Marshall.”
“Hold please.”
“Yes. This is Dr. Donte-”
“Joe, It’s Bill.”
“Bill, why-“
“Joe I found it- I finally found it!”
“And not a moment too soon! It took you damn long enough! I haven’t even announced it to the people of the states yet.”
“I have it right here.” He looked down at his piece of paper.
“What is it?”
“D59.”
“That sucker has been hiding within our grasp this entire time. Damnit. All those wasted years. Countless years.” He let out a knowing sigh. “What do you want to call it? Its your choice.”
The man was silent for a moment. It was his choice. Anything that would bring hope. Power. Words brought power with them. What words would they want to speak at the end of their journey? It would be a word of evolution. Distinction that would change the way the human race viewed themselves. Not only would the human sepecies change but their endurence would too. Their physical and emotional attributes…..all would change within time. It was the evolution of faith. Of spirit. An evolution. Evolution. “Evolution project.”
There was a long pause and the only noise heard was the breathing of the two men and a distant sound of a pencil scratching on paper from one end of the phone line.
“Alright. Evolution Project D59. Done.”
“How soon do you think they will be sent out to colonize?”
“Probably two years. We have some planning to do; calls to make. We have to bring home all the damn men who have ever served for us….people who will make this mission successful. We have work to do- and I mean work. I have to go talk to research and development. Talk to you soon, Bill. Bye.”
The man stood up, letting his arms go wide, feeling the tension in his shoulders subside, and spinning around, and around until the room spun with him. Tears almost spilling over, he ridiculed himself for being so absent minded. Even though he was still rejoicing, stupidness could definitely not be tolderated now. Why if anything happened to that screen….he shuddered, and printed out the data. He stuck the sheets of paper in his metal enclosed box and locked it securely. The hat on the doorpost was placed on his head and he stuck hisarms through the sleeves of his long brown coat. Taking the keys off the hook, he put them in the door lock and made sure his apartment was locked ip. His intent green eyes made sure that the hallway was clear as he made his way down the carpeted stairway. A single sentence kept repeating itself in his head. Its importance made it almost impossible to maintain any other thought. He had to say it just once. He argued with himself. He had to say it outloud just once to reassure himself he wasn’t dreaming. It felt so surreal.
“Evolution; project D59,” the man whispered.


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She then stood alone at the front of the class, looking at them as if she was going to take on the world next. “Call me Tess,” she said roughly staring at Mrs Grable her eyes almost looking like she would bore a hole in her head any second. “In the last twelve years of my life, I’ve lived in California, Nevada, New York, Michigan, Washington, Arizona, Conneticut, Wyoming, Nevada again and now here, again, Washington.” She paused, words were her weapon that she always had used to defend and protect herself from getting hurt. She couldnt get hurt again. She wouldnt let anyone hurt her.
Mrs. Grable stood up off the empty desktop she was sitting on and started to talk. “Why,now, uh, Tess, very informative-”
Tess whipped her head around and looked at Mrs. Grable. My father works with the
government in a special scientific project . . .”she saw Mrs. Grable sit back down, “Involving human experiment.” Tess’s eyes glittered and glared once more satisfied at her accoplishment of the class,and now she new her placement in school would be The New Girl, and it would always be that........