The last experiment

 As promised, another story of my narrative class.
This time, we had to write a "creation myth" on how the world, or mankind got into existence. I tried to think outside the box and chose a more "sci-fi" approach. The point being: "life is precious - don't waste it"







The last experiment

Deeply worried he went over the data analysis again. All the work - for nothing? All his life he had been working on this project and now it looked like it would fail again. Fail like the millions of other experiments he did.
He was running out of time. Time - this fragile concept. He always thought that there was no such concept as time. But he could sense it - now. It was time for him to leave soon. He - the last of his kind. For the longest part he thought time would cease to exist once you leave your physical body behind; but here it was again - sneaking up from the back, telling him to leave.
But before he could go he had to make sure it would continue. It could not just stop with him. Life had to to continue.
The experiment, it sounded so simple, so easy, so well designed. Find a sheltered planet, inject some of the basic DNA, wait until the lifeforms develop and could support more complex organisms. Inject the next stage of complexity, let it spread and develop, wait. The final stage was to inject higher DNA that was capable of creating awareness; DNA like the one his own body used to have.
And then - wait. Wait for it to develop from the simple beginnings into powerful minds that where capable of higher thinking, communication and arts, and finally would be able to exist without the basic body. For the experiment he chose small, sheltered suns in the outside of galaxies, with planets that move around them thousands of times in a blink of his mind.
But something went wrong. The experiment never worked. From the nine million two hundred and eighty one thousand five hundred and fifty three planets he had seeded only one had survived. And it was always the same story. The intelligent life-form, after being injected to the sphere, first adopts very well to the planet. It starts creating symbiotic relationships with already existing lower lifeforms, creates patterns that allow for survival on the planet and strategies to work with the given environment. The lifeforms start creating higher functioning, communication, social structures, technologies, and art. But at some point, on every planet, the intelligent species starts growing like a virus, infecting and destroying all the eco-systems on the planet, and killing everything before reaching the final stage of evolution - the point of unmanifest being.
Only one planet left. There was not much chance for survival. And the signs were bad. The species had started growing exponentially in a very short period of time. Like on all the other planets, they started destroying the Eco-system, infecting and polluting everything and abusing and destroying the very planet that nurtured them, leaving no resources for future generations.
The signs were bad.
Only a miracle could help to continue.
But there was still hope. Some of the objects showed significant strong levels of higher thinking. Some showed signs of connection to the unmanifest. Signs he had never seen before on any other planet.
Maybe this one would survive.