For centuries together the only things he had seen were its own insides... He had lived a long life, had struggled and fought, as time scarred him, so badly that he looked like something else altogether; Had become something else altogether.
And all of a sudden he felt a change, something was different, again. And out from the deep abyss where he lived, he was hauled all the way up to where the pressure dropped so much he thought he would blow up. But he didn't. Soon he was back in his usual pressure. But this place was different. There was lots of food, and all kinds of creature comforts, he went into over drive, lest it all vanishes just as it had appeared. Molecules came and went, some collided, others mounted him and still he kept on doing his work, more efficient than ever.
And then some thing changed, again. This place was different, bad. He felt his impending doom. The pressure dropped, but the temperature rose. It became very hot and still the temperature rose. The alkali burned his near and dear ones, but it was the temperature which was his bane. And he said goodbye to the world and to the long life which he had lived well.
Slowly, as if a new life was infusing in his veins, he woke up. This wasn't where he was used to be. None of his usual mates were visible. He heard people talking about "wet" lab. But stuck to this polycarbonate plate, he had never felt any drier. However he was glad he was alive, still. He looked down and a big molecule, unlike any he had ever seen, was stuck to him, glowing, pulsing, intimidating. It became very dark. But the molecule glowed brighter than ever. A sharp laser blinded the wits out of him, but the molecule attached to him seemed to enjoy the attention it was getting.
And then something changed, again. This environment was totally different all together. There were many like him here. All seem to had gone through the same fate as him. It was a dynamic new place. Some used to disappear for sometime and then out of nowhere come back looking pretty proud of themselves. He found a long lost really good friend with whom he had exchanged bits of himself when the going had become really tough, thousands of years back. It had proved a bit too much for his friend though and he thought he would never see this friend again. His friend told him that they now inhabited a database, some called it GenBank. And that people called them and copied them in their own "in-silico" systems. There was a lot of scope for replicating into other peoples' systems, but there would be no personal development here. He came to know that this was a place unaffected by time, and the forces which had scarred his own self. An El Dorado of tranquility. He had a mundane but secure future. And he wished for the excitement of the real world. But he was consoled by the thought, that there were many like him out there.
And there would be no stopping time and forces which scar...
P.s. This post has been inspired by another post in my friend Supriya's blog titled Personified...
