Free Genosimulation (A Teen & Young Adult Science Fiction): A Young Adult Science Fiction Thriller by L.L. Fine

what’s your role there? Who are you there?
    Mitochondria: I'm quite ashamed to tell the truth.
    Cruel Ruler: You're not ashamed in front of me???
    Mitochondria: Let's leave it. Maybe I'll tell you that
later. Maybe you'll even find it by yourself.
    Cruel Ruler: Well…I can accept that.
    Mitochondria: Anyway, I hope this answered you about the role
of God in this business.
     

04/20/01 Email
    Dear Liron,
    You were not online, so I send you this as a telegram,
before I go to New York again. Well, there are updates.
    First of all, for my illness. So Lia thinks we have found
the cure, only to assimilate it will take a long time, and I hope I don’t fall
prey to it before that, as it will be harder to repair the damage, and perhaps
even prevent me from functioning properly.
    In general, even the medicine we're organizing - and you
won’t believe it when you hear what is it – it isn't clear what effect it will
have, or what will become of it, or if it’s effective, or maybe affect other
things as well. It's not exactly in the free-medicine list, you know.
    Do I sound afraid? Maybe it's because I am afraid. I
suddenly get it. Last night I dreamed again about my father and how he looked
in his last months. It's different when you talk about this from a distance, or
when you feel your time is near. It's like you think you will die at the age of
ninety, so why think about it today?
    But if it happens tomorrow? Or even a few weeks, in my case?
One cancer cell suddenly forms and begins to reproduce itself without end,
without control, without anything to stop it. And it eats you from the inside. It's
suddenly scary, and I think about it more and more. Death, scary. And it's not
just a death, it is a nasty cancer death, making you a walking, vomiting
skeleton. This is what I expect for myself. It surely would happen to me if I
was not who I am and in the place I am.
    Then I would discover it in about a year, with metastases in
the whole body and brain, because sometimes it's a fast cancer, and I would die
a sorrowful death. Even as a child I didn’t have to read chapters from the
Talmud. Maybe I should have. Why should I ruin another man’s life, with my
fucked-up genes?
    Forget it.
    Soon I’ll know if it happens to me or not. Or other things
will happen to me, the story is dangling by a thread. I promise to update you
about what happens, when it happens. I will also tell you how Lia wants to
solve the problem, which is by killing me a little bit, I think.
    About the second issue, the honey trap I told you about - a
really good idea, I'm surprised I haven't thought of it before. But better late
than never, as my teacher used to say.
    I flew to New York to close some loose ends, then give it a
try. Or not, I'm not sure of anything lately. I'll let you know when that
happens, too. Here, I'm pretty sure it will work well, then I (I!) will have
the most powerful computer anyone ever had. It makes my fingers tingle to know
I have such power…mine are tingling, anyway.
    Anyway, I checked your computer, and I'm glad to tell you
that you will definitely be a partner in this new effort. It won’t hurt you,
you won’t feel it, but you'll be glad you helped me.
    Thank you.
    And by the way, thank you indeed. For everything.
    Yours.
     
    *
     
    I think this was the first time I was really moved by him.
It was, without a doubt, the first time I really believed him, believed every
word he said.
     
    *
     
    A new fragrance sweetened the air of the Enchanted Garden.
    It was not a revolutionary innovation, of course. The
Enchanted Garden was accustomed to new scents. Evening, morning, thousands of
new trees grew there. Evening, morning, tens of thousands of fragrant shrubs
were created within it. Evening, morning, millions of fascinating flowers were
enchanted in it, billions of small leaves, insects, vermin, and other strange
creatures were engineered inside it, making sounds in the ever-changing foliage.
Evening, morning, the Enchanted