Heart racing, I wait. I watch as snow whites-out the familiar green square of grass. A robin hops about, leaving fresh new tracks.
Magdalen’s bells ring and the robin flutters away. If my research is approved, Mankind will enter new territory, able to reverse aging whilst increasing fitness.
My nervous breath spurts out, dragon-like. Condensation, carbon-dioxide and vapor exit my lungs, molecules are transformed, like magic. When medieval scholars stood in this very spot, had they, amidst a first snowfall, breathed out dragon shapes and believed it magic? Will my research be dismissed as witchcraft? Is the world ready?
Magdalen’s bells ring and the robin flutters away. If my research is approved, Mankind will enter new territory, able to reverse aging whilst increasing fitness.
My nervous breath spurts out, dragon-like. Condensation, carbon-dioxide and vapor exit my lungs, molecules are transformed, like magic. When medieval scholars stood in this very spot, had they, amidst a first snowfall, breathed out dragon shapes and believed it magic? Will my research be dismissed as witchcraft? Is the world ready?
