The Dying Scientist

“Destroy, destroy us all,” said he
“For we are but aimless creatures
Having evolved too rapidly into
Higher thinking beings.”
“Too rapidly sir?” asked his apprentice
“our evolvement has lasted over a million years.”
“Yes, too rapidly, you fool” retorted he.
“Don’t you know, in universal terms
a million is but the shortness of a childish existence,
a nonsensical spec of time.”

“Send a fireball down to us, o mocking Creator,
For you not care whether we live or die. We are but
Creatures of a controlled study - scientific specimens
In a universal petri dish; fantastical beings, for we think
We matter” the old man heaved.

“But flesh and blood are we - sophisticated germs,
intelligent bacteria, celebrated specs of translucent matter.
Where are you? What are we? Approaching blessed death
more rapidly than the speed of light. Other than that there is nothing
to gloat in.”

“How do we enforce meaning into our lives?
What is and isn’t? What’s rewarded and punished.
O if only I knew that a system of checks and balances existed.”
The old man died, leaving the apprentice behind in a silent room
Dying echoes of the rants of an old, distraught man.