Twenty four hours earlier, Dr. Emily Turner had spoken at the International Conference On Science Technology And Management. Which was an annual scientific convention, organized by the International Academic of Science Technology Engineering and Management (IASTEM) in France.
In the grand auditorium, bathed in the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, Dr. Emily Turner stepped up to the podium. The hum of anticipatory chatter among the attendees gradually hushed as all eyes turned toward the eminent researcher. The stage was set for a discourse that promised to transcend the boundaries of conventional scientific thought.
Dr. Emily who was a distinguished figure in the field of evolutionary biology, began by acknowledging the intellectual curiosity that brought the diverse audience together. Her voice, measured and resonant, echoed through the hall, carrying a weight that demanded attention.
Emily began, "As we stand on the precipice of an ever-changing future, we must confront the undeniable reality of evolution," she proclaimed, her eyes scanning the sea of faces before her. The air was charged with an intellectual electricity as the audience leaned forward, eager to grasp the implications of what lay ahead.
"Evolutionary forces have sculpted the world in ways both subtle and profound, shaping the diverse forms of life we see today".
The giant screen flicked to life as she spoke. The video of a chameleon slowly changing its color, was playing on the screen."Adaptations in Camouflage", Emily announced. "The chameleon's ability to change color for camouflage is a striking example of adaptation driven by evolutionary forces. Over time, those individuals with a genetic predisposition for effective camouflage were more likely to survive and pass on their genes, leading to the development of this remarkable trait."
The video on the screen had now changed to show the viceroy butterfly.
Emily pointed to the screen, "The Viceroy butterfly's resemblance to the toxic Monarch butterfly is a result of evolutionary pressures. Predators learn to associate the bright colors of the Monarch with toxicity, and over generations, the Viceroy has evolved to mimic these colors, gaining protection against predation."
Dr. Emily Turner continued her presentation in this pattern, giving examples as she spoke on the intricate dance of adaptation, the survival strategies that dictated the course of life on Earth. Her words wove a narrative of the relentless pursuit of survival, a tale as old as life itself.
"Evolution is not a distant concept confined to the annals of natural history," Dr. Emily had decleared that morning, her gestures emphasizing the immediacy of her message. "It is a dynamic force, an ever-present orchestrator of change that molds the destiny of species."
The audience, enthralled by the eloquence of the speaker, hung on every word as she transitioned seamlessly into the heart of her discourse—the role of mankind in this grand evolutionary saga.
"We, as a species, are not exempt from the forces that have shaped the myriad forms of life on this planet," Dr. Emily continued, her gaze piercing through the auditorium. "Our challenge lies not in escaping the grasp of evolution but in understanding it, embracing it, and steering its course to secure our future."
An image of children suffering from chicken pox now illuminated the screen. The image now began to fade while another materialized. Images of people suffering from the Black Death, Spanish flu, HIV/AIDS, Tuberculosis was now been displayed. She looked at the her audience, the faces of the people in the room had now become pale.
"With the tools of genetic engineering, we possess the ability to sculpt our own biological destiny," she proclaimed, her words resonating with a conviction that echoed in the hearts of those gathered. The audience, now fully captivated, listened intently as Dr. Emily delved into the promise and perils of manipulating the very building blocks of life.
The images dissipated, and the tension which had hung in the atmosphere began to give away, amid relieved sighs from the members of the audience.
As she articulated the potential applications of genetic engineering—from disease resistance to cognitive enhancement—the auditorium became a crucible of contemplation. The room buzzed with a collective realization that the power to shape our evolutionary path lay within their grasp.
The narrative shifted seamlessly to real-world examples, illustrating the strides made in genetic research. Dr. Emily recounted tales of breakthroughs, of scientists unlocking the secrets encoded in the double helix. The double helix is a masterful data storage system just like a computer hard dtive, where all the information about a person is stored.
The double helix was now being displayed on the screen. "With great power comes great responsibility," Dr. Emily had cautioned, introducing a moral dimension to the scientific narrative.
Emily tapped on the small controller in front of her and the image on the screen now showed images of babies with different shades of iris, hairs and skin colors. She mopped her face with an handkerchief and continued, "PGD is a procedure that is typically used to screen for genetic diseases. However, it can also be used to select embryos with certain eye colors, hair colors, or other desired physical traits. There are many different ways that parents could create a designer baby. For example, they could use genetic screening to select embryos with desirable traits or alter their child’s genes after birth."
"Some people believe that designer babies are morally wrong because they involve manipulating the genes of a human embryo. Others argue that designer babies could have positive implications, such as reducing the likelihood of genetic diseases."
"What do you believe?", she asked. The question hung in the air, and silent chatters began to rise amongst the scientists seated in the auditorium.
"If we must evolve as a species, then we must do it with caution."
Dr. Emily continued, "The alleged use of biological agents is a serious problem and the risk of using these agents in a bioterrorist attack is increasing", she continued. "History dictates that bio-warfare goes back in time from the 14th century medieval siege of Kaffa by the Tatars who tossed dead or dying plague victims into the city and later when British troops provided blankets and linens used by smallpox victims to native Indians."
"In the final crescendo of his discourse, Dr. Emily issued a call to action. "The time to prepare for our evolutionary journey is now," she declared, her words echoing like a clarion call. "Through knowledge, responsibility, and a collective vision for the future, we can navigate the currents of change and emerge as architects of our own evolution."
As Dr. Emily concluded her speech, the audience rose in a thunderous ovation. The grand auditorium, once a quiet space of intellectual contemplation, now pulsated with the energy of a community awakened to the possibilities that lay on the horizon. She had not only shared a vision of evolution but had ignited a spark of inspiration that would reverberate through the scientific community for generations to come.
A thousand miles away in another city, someone else had been watching this presentation. The mysterious man's lips had parted in a simple prayer.
"Forgive them lord, for they know not what they are doing"
3.The grand auditorium in Paris echoed with the lingering applause as Dr. Emily Turner concluded her presentation. Among the enthralled audience was Dr. Alexis Monroe her long time friend and colleague who was equally versed in the mysteries of genetics. Dr. Alexis had flown out from England to attend this presentation by her friend and partner and she was more than impressed with tonight's presentation.As the audience dispersed, Emily and Alexis found themselves in the bustling corridor, surrounded by the murmur of excited discussions. Alexis, with an eager smile, approached Emily."Emily, that was an extraordinary presentation! You managed to illuminate evolution in a way that's both profound and accessible," Alexis exclaimed."Thank you, Alexis! I'm thrilled that it resonated with everyone," Emily replied, her eyes reflecting a mix of satisfaction and anticipation.The corridor buzzed with the energy of the convention, but Emily motioned for Alexis to join her in a quieter corner
“Dr. Turner?”Emily turned around, peeling her eyes from the monocular microscope she had been peering into over the past half hour. That was the voice of her assistant Toby. She gave him a weak smile. Toby had been Emily’s assistant for seven months now, and he had proved himself invaluable to her.Toby who started as a brilliant science intern, had seamlessly blended curiosity with intellect in the lab. His adept problem-solving and innovative approaches caught the attention of the research team. Recognizing his potential, Emily had swiftly recommended him to the board and they had offered him a permanent position. He had the unwritten duty of looking after her lab affairs which most times included telling her when to take a break from lab work.“You have been working too hard these past few weeks”, Toby said. Emily smiled again, but this time the smile was big and cheerful.“I know Toby, but all these will benefit mankind. These findings will be talked about for years to come”, Emi
5.The assassin from his black sedan had watched Emily exit her car and head for the entrance of the laboratory complex. He was satisfied that she did not suspect that someone had been trailing her as she had driven down to the lab.“It did not do for the prey to become suspicious too soon before the kill”, he mused to himself. The time frame from when the deer realized that a predator was stalking it to when life was stuffed out of its body in nature was most times too short. But that was the beauty of the hunt. Not that he had expected her to notice. He had taken down bigger predators in the past. Preys who had a heightened sense for danger, sixth sense as was normally referred to, and yet none of them had smelt death till he the predator had closed in. He was an artist that took pride in the process.He frowned at himself. Just moments ago, he had almost used the switch blade in his pocket for the kill. The lion didn’t need a weapon to subdue the deer, the lion itself was the weap
Thankfully, when the assassin entered the complex Emily was conversing with a colleague. He had been worried that by the time he managed to enter the complex, if he had managed to, Emily would have been out of sight. She began moving as soon as he had entered and he followed her closely. She entered an elevator and he paused, pretending to study the huge poster on the wall which had letters sprawled across it in a very huge font size.SCIENCE IS THE NEW RELIGION“sacrilege”, he thought.“Forgive them lord for they know not what they do.”He looked up at the small led display which indicated the floor the elevator was headed.Third floor.When the light changed to green, he quickly moved in and pushed the open button. He stepped in. As the doors were preparing to shut a young boy who he guessed was an intern rushed in blushing slightly. He eyed the assassin briefly before entering the elevator. The boy pushed the button and the doors hissed to a close.“Third floor ehn?”, he asked, but
Evading the receptionist was a matter of formality. The lounge was structured in a manner that the doors which led into Emily's lab was facing away from the reception stand. As the assassin exited the elevator, he walked up to the reception desk. A number of people were in the lounge presumably waiting for a scientist to come out of one of the huge doors. No one paid him any attention."Hello, waiting to see Dr. Thomas", he said flashing his best smile. The girl nodded absentmindedly as she punched something into a computer.He prayed that some stupid doctors name would be Thomas. He had made up the name at that instant. His prayer was answered when she replied."Wrong floor", she said and began giving him instructions on how to locate the imaginary Dr. Thomas. That was all he needed."Thank you", he replied and moved away. The girl barely looked up from her screen, apparently she was engrossed in some kind of movie playing on her phone. He was certain that she would not recognize his
A while ago, just after Emily had arrived at the complex, the air had buzzed with anticipation as a group of wide-eyed children, backpacks slung over their shoulders, entered the high-tech science research complex. Their excitement was palpable, a vibrant energy that mirrored the sleek, futuristic environment that enveloped them. Led by their enthusiastic teacher, Mr. Anderson, and a knowledgeable guide named Dr. Reynolds, the kids embarked on an excursion into the world of cutting-edge scientific discovery.As the group crossed the threshold into the facility, the children marveled at the sleek glass walls and the hum of machinery that surrounded them. The facility was a labyrinth of innovation, a testament to the boundless possibilities of science. The children's faces lit up with curiosity, their eyes flitting from one marvel to the next."Wow, look at that giant microscope! What can you see with it?" exclaimed Jake, a spirited boy with untamed curls.Dr. Reynolds, a seasoned scien
A year ago, within the Turner household. Dr. Emily Turner, the brilliant geneticist who was on the verge of a groundbreaking research opportunity, stood in the kitchen in her home, the aroma of fresh coffee mingling with the bittersweet fragrance of impending separation.She had made up her mind that if she was to finish up her research, then he needed to go to a place with a better research facility. This decision had come with the condition that she might have to leave her family behind for at least a year. It had taken a year and half for the facility to approve her proposal and financial grant needed to continue her work.Her husband, James had moved around the room that morning with a sense of quiet purpose, his eyes betraying the heaviness of the moment. Their four-year-old son, Ethan, oblivious to the weight of impending farewells, played with his toy cars on the living room floor, blissfully unaware that his world was about to shift.Emily, was wearing her crisp white lab coat
1.When Emily recovered from the shock waves that had rippled through her body, she tried to speak. She was sprawled on the floor of the lab from the bolt of electricity that had been run through her system.Making an effort to catch her breath, she said, "What..what do you want from me?" The assassin who was now watching her with a deadly intent was fixing some kind of mechanical device. Slowly coupling the instrument into place. She could only wonder what it would be used for.She looked at him again, she could tell that the device was taking longer than it should have from the slight frustration that showed in his face. In a moment, his eyes had drifted from her for an instant. Emily used the split second to glance at the emergency button that was positioned beneath the counter top on the second row of laboratory tables. She wondered if she could reach it if she ran. The assassin was murmuring something under his breath. It sounded like the lords prayer to her, but she was not cer