The Conqueror and the Defier

{-2013- Patient #3}

Prognosis:

Mr. William Farris Neilson has been suffering the delusions of perceived immortality and claims to have discovered a solution to aging via a biological (DNA or surgical) modification or chemical injection (His story is inconsistent with the type of solution and the means of administering it.). He lives in the delusion that he is the sole-survivor either, of the end of the apocalypse, or the decay of the sun into a red dwarf star. He believes that he discovered the cure to the "disease" as he calls it, of aging and that he was both rejected and ridiculed by the scientific community, or that he kept his anti-aging solution secret from them and doomed us all by simply outliving the entire human race. He believes he walks the barren wastes of the remains of our planet earth billions of years into the future.

<Patient's story here>

If I could see what I saw then, I would have seen the answer.

The complex structures of the universe would have opened themselves up and I could have saved the people who had died.

But that time has passed. There is a new light on the horizon, bloody red and blazing hotter and hotter every century that passes, and I grow wearier. The water has begun to evaporate as the bloody disk on the horizon grows larger. I stare into the reaches of space and I hope to gain insight into a way the problem could have been solved. What I could have done, had there been just a little bit more time.

The brown dust that blows around my ankles mixes with the voids in the sand that are left by my footprints and covers up all that would allude to my existence. My breath flows by noiselessly as a quickly dissolving vapor from my mouth, slowing exhausting the oxygen that I breathe. The atmosphere is filled with methane gas and the remnants of the carbon dioxide that the living once exuded.

I am a god who failed his disciples. I failed the faithful who believed I would save them, and left them to their fate; All because I wasn't ready to accept the mantle of a messiah.

This withering planet is my punishment for my transgressions and my failures; it is what I wrought through my actions and it is my prison. It is my own personal level of hell.

I walk with the dead now. Alone. Among the dust of bones, skin, and organs, and with no trace of personality left.

I have accepted my sentence, my time counts down in an ever replenishing hourglass that I see before me.

I beguiled myself into thinking that I could wait. I believed that the people lacked the capacity to understand and would reject my abstract science; and I went ahead with the small-scale tests.

I threw it through hoops and checked for loopholes in physics, and tried to formulate new elemental compounds. I even looked to the stars for a new element.

I found more than I bargained for.

And it was through my drive to prove my thinking as more than folly, that I rushed through the preparations and made myself look like a fool .

To create a new branch of science is never hard.

But when you dance with God, you must expect to be shown up and be outdone. You should also expect to learn some new rules the hard way.

My pursuit of forwarding human knowledge and my goal to free us from our planetary prison; to make it feasible for us to reach out into the universe and find a new home; It killed us.

What I know, the knowledge I possess, is the last ideas, thoughts, and feelings that humanity with ever know; for I am the last.

The last conqueror of nature and first true defier of God's will.

End