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shockwaves through it’s body and transfer it to other objects.

“Incredible.  How much?” He asks.

“It’s not for sale,” I say.

“Eddy, c’mon don’t be like that. How much?” he asks again.

“You cant put a price on something like this. This could better mankind someday and end our oil wars. Is the world ready for that? I don’t think so. I’m sure a lot of people would be afraid of such a change in our financial system. So many jobs would be lost with the release of this technology,” I explain.

“Why don’t you let me worry about that?” Reinhardt says.

“It’s my creation and I must keep watch over it. I don’t know how the effects would reverberate across the world so it must stay here!” I get upset.

“Okay, okay. I’ll talk business with you more, later. On with this talent show of yours, I want to see more,” he smiles.

“Okay. Follow me,” I say reluctantly.

He stops me, mid stride and says, “Edgar, why have you agreed to bring me here if your answer is just going to be no?”

“Because, you wanted to see,” I say without turning back to face him.

“A part of you wants to see your hard work being used in the real world, if I’m not mistaken. It would be amazing if your creations stepped out of the dreamer’s den,” he adds.

“Wait until you see the next exhibit, you’re in for a treat,” I say, ignoring his words.

“Edgar,” he says. “Why should such a great inventor live in such fear of his genius?”

I stop and stare at him and say, “This isn’t my invention. More of a matter of retooling something that’s been around since the beginning of life on this planet. Can’t you understand the weight of it? God damn it! With all do respect, sir, you need to understand this could be a major threat to the biological infrastructure of the entire world if this gets set loose by the wrong people.”

“Edgar, Edgar buddy, don’t you trust me? I wouldn’t let something like that happen. I know what’s at stake.  I’m not about to gamble with mother nature. I’m sure we can do this under a controlled protocol where if something goes wrong, it can be taken care of right away,” He pleads. 

“Thomas Edison didn’t invent electricity. Merely just discovered how it could be used. He was a genius who put the gears in place for an industrial revolution. So, even though you’re just retooling, doesn’t mean you haven’t made a great discovery. I see the gears you have here. I just wanna give them a crank,” he tells me.

I simply shake my head.

“Even the Food and Drug Administration assesses and certifies drugs before knowing all of the side effects.  If no one ever took a chance, we would have never even been born. Besides, your creation is already living. The proof is here. You’d never want to kill your children, would you? Your family trade? All of those hours of research, all of those hours finding the right genes that would work, creating petri-dishes with bacteria with the “Golden-Gene”, all of it here just to collect dust in this dungeon-like chamber and in your very own mind?” Reinhardt asks.

My heart skips a beat, my eyes nearly pop out of my head as if they were suicidal cliff divers, there’s suddenly a lump in my throat the size of the moon; I feel like a cowboy on main street at high-noon. I wonder now if he really just wanted to see the projects because of the World Science Show in New York or if he already knew about it before that day. 

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