posted on Sep, 24 2013 @ 12:06 AM
The old man sat patiently in the waiting room at the fertility clinic. The other patients stared awkwardly, hiding behind magazines they were
pretending to read. The unspoken question on their minds was why he was there. He was alone and obviously too old to be thinking of having children.
Perhaps he had a young trophy wife and he wanted to have a child to be his heir? Whatever the reason for his being there he was soon called and
ushered in to see the doctor.
Even the doctor looked surprised, although the nurse had given him a heads up. He shook the old man’s hand and directed him to take a seat. “Sir,
what brings you to our clinic today,” he asked. The old man opened a leather portfolio and pulled out a thick pile of bound papers and handed them
to the doctor. He quickly perused the cover of the papers and saw that they were scientific in nature and alluded to a study of human chimeras.
It had been a while since he was in college but he remembered the word from Greek mythology. It pertained to a horrible monster made up of different
animals. What could this old man possibly mean by presenting this material to him? He looked at the date of publication and saw that it was a date in
the future. “What are you trying to pull here?” he asked.
The old man looked up at him and with sad eyes began to explain. “I know you will have a difficult time believing me but I am from the future,” he
replied. “What you have in your hands is the research that verifies that humans can absorb their twins while developing in the womb. They can
intermix their DNA and be two different people in the same body.”
“That is absurd!” the doctor stuttered. “No medical professional believes that.” “Then why is your name on the research?” the old man
pointed out. The doctor looked back at the manuscript and there it was, his name as the researcher and author. “How can this be? he asked out loud.
“I told you, I am from the future,” the old man stated quietly.
“The reason I am here is because my twin and I are tired of sharing and battling over this body,’” he exclaimed. I became aware of my twin
sister while I was still quite young. He went on to say, “I have been hospitalized several times and diagnosed with multiple personalities and also
as Tran gendered. We have been battling all our lives and we are tired of it.”
“So what do you want me to do about it,” asked the doctor. “Our mother will be seeking your help in a few weeks and you are going to harvest
her eggs and fertilize them in vitro. Even though one of us may perish because of this, we want you to only implant one egg.” “If you call your
self a doctor then please do this,” he pleaded. Please do this my friend before we die, that we may die in peace.”