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Ascent (unfinished)
Feel free  to finish this or whatever I guess. 


Sequancing the genome of the human DNA was simple for the vast banks of computer power at the Equanox labs, the system required vast power, of course as well as for climate control, the room was keeped at a very low temputre, and the policy if you had to go in was white suit only, the suit was like a spacesuit of sorts, designed to keep out dust, air, anything and everything that could mess with the billon dolar machines. 
All this raw power to now just sequance the code, but to also understand it, something that they were very, very close to now, the 3D printers could, and did print living organisems from cells, they were able to incode several lab mice allready, it was just a matter of injecting the DNA into an empty cell, and telling it that it was fertalized, and birth began. From chemicals flowing into the machine to live birth was only limited by how fast gestation occured, something that they had manulaped into days rather then months. 
The mice still lived, although it was unknown if they would have full lives and medical testing was done on them every day,  they were in good health. There was pressure to go to the next step - humans. Make a human, from scratch, so to speak.
What the director Seraph wanted to know was if she could make a flawless human. Since they had the code, remove the bits that were unesary - the junk DNA, make bones better, make skin better, make the organs better. Why have an airway blockable by food consumption? Seperate would be better, or - perhaps use plant RNA and have photosenisis, the human would not even be human - it would be metahuman, more - something new, something with far less flaws. Able to see a better range of the spectrum, able to hear more, able to do more with its tounge, able to smell more, and so on and so forth. The proposed changes she had in store were a litteral overhaul of what it was to be a person, the brain being the key component, but it all started at the genetic level. Tell the cell what to do, and it would do it. Tell it to build something, and it would do it. Give it enough engery, and you had life.
She played with her pink beeds that she had on her arm, she wore them as a bracelet, each one had a symble on it from languges, pictrograms, hyrogliphs, katana - as she felt the smooth feature of the ball on her skin she reminded herself that nothing truely touched because of the way the electromagnetic realm worked - if only she could control that as well as she could control life, and she smiled to herself, looking to her left, the lab over there was decated to such a feat - finding a way to play with atoms and rearange them - build something from the smallest thing to the largest, they had made a very, very small amount of salt, it had taken them twenty years and trillans of dolars to do so, but they had done it. 
It wasn't enough, she wanted to shape the way things behaved - how? How was always the question, and to her right was a small office, where one man worked, payed more then anyone else was - although no one but her knew this, if you spoke to him you would have called him insain, and perhaps he was. Perhaps he saw the unvierse too clearly. He had nothing but papers and sketches around his office, no computer - just penciles and paper and shavings of the pencels, pink erraser dust littered his floor, he would pace back and forth muttering to himself then jot down something, then repeat.  His name was Shakti,  and he was a force onto himself, he was going to come up with a way to start from scratch, start everything, to seed a universe - or so he claimed and believed, and she belved he could do it.
And she turned to face the front again, the massive lab of computers, tinkering with the building blocks of life. They said she had a god-complex. They knew nothing. Her drive was beyond what the gods of myth claimed to do, where they had inperfections - her goal was to make something perfect. If possible.
If we do not have empirical evidence, repeatable tests, or a valid and sound argument, we must be skeptical, of the conclusions.

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