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'I do believe that when we're in the process of dying, that all these emergency circuits in the brain take over. I base what I'm saying not on any empirical evidence. I think it's very possible that when you're dying, these circuits open up, which would explain this whole white-light phenomena - when people clinically die and they see their relatives and stuff and say, "Hello, it's great to see you."'
-Stephen King.
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Gregor J. M. picked up the small pod. His parents had informed him to keep watch over the plant, and take care of it.
He did not want to play outside with his buddies, instead he focused on caring for not only his parents beans, but also decided to conduct some experiments with the seeds. He planted them in the backyard, and waited.
A couple hours after midnight, Gregor rubbed his eyes, and yawned- stretching his arms toward the ceiling of his room. His sleep had been disturbed by a source of a pulsing green light.
His heart thumped within his chest cavity. He searched the room for his baseball bat, but it was not in his room...not even underneath his bed. Actually, he had not checked there because he was afraid something hiding under the bed might snatch at him with its claws, or tail, pulling him into a swirling portal that would lead him and his captor into the realm of monsters.
Gregor took a deep breath in, and started to sing: '1 little bunny hops funny, 2 little bunnies chewing gummies, 3 billy goats being silly...'
He stopped there once he had made his way downstairs. In the corner of the living room was a giant pod, and in the other corner of the space was another- both glowing with a strange greenish colour, and a soft whir came from the gigantic bean like pods.
Gregor panicked. He had no idea what could possibly be that enormous, and the pods looked like they were going to burst...
The kid ran back up the steps, and shut the door behind him. Then he heard something whispering in the dark:
"Hey, come on, Gregor dear. It's only Mommy, okay, now open the door..."
Gregor shook his head. "No, you're not my Mommy. My Mommy does not sound like you...who are you anyway?"
The stranger banged on his door, "Open the door, son. If you don't open it, I'm afraid I'll have to call your father!"
Gregor yelled back, "I'm not afraid of you, or whoever that may be. You're not my real parents!"
Silence. There was not another sound.
In the sound of silence, Gregor pinched his nose. His room was getting covered in something like a fog, except it had such a pungent smell like someone had mixed: dirty gym socks, plus onions, too.
The stench was quite strong for the kid to take in. Soon he passed out from the terrible smelling fog.
Gregor tried to move his arms, when he slowly opened his eyes from his torpor. That was no use. His arms were bound in a gelatin like substance.
He tried to breathe, and each time that he did, the faster the thing moved into his nostrils. It gradually covered Gregor's entire body, and took over control of his mind as well.
Gregor felt a wave of shock hit his heart. He could not see the green pulsating light anymore coming from within the pod, or smell the combination of: dirty gym socks, plus onions, too.
His mind was in another place. There was a bright light around him, and when he blinked again...he saw two familiar faces.
"Mama, and Papa! What took you both so long? I thought I would never see you again."
#MENDELIAN. (c) 11th December, 2022.