Developmental Twists: Back to Back

Tsuku Mogami
2021 Development  
The vessel shipped out on time. It made this voyage twice a month and was packed from end to end. I was in the rear section and, being thirsty for a little conversation, turned to the neighbour on my right. He was smartly arranged and a little shorter than me. "Wonderful, isn't it, getting to visit so many countries, so many minds." "Suppose so." Normally I'd have left it there, but release doesn't happen every day. "I mean, isn't it thrilling to be finally out?" "Look, I don't wish to be a
more » ... joy, but the system sucks. I'm only here because that bastard assessor finally gave in. Doubtless you sailed through." How little he knew. The early stages had been relatively painless. I'd started off as a simple sketch. Then my visuals appeared, courtesy of my first parent. Flesh soon followed, initially filling out my middle, then my end and finally my beginning. Within a month I was in reasonable shape. Then my last parent decided to rearrange everything, carved away large parts of me and grafted new material in its place. My first parent complained that the new arrangement wasn't historically correct, though eventually she agreed it made me easier to absorb. Finally, at 6893 words long, just shy of the limit, I was good to go. My last parent hesitated for a moment, then sent me off for evaluation. The admissions officer looked me over for a while, then dispatched me to three assessors. I recognised one of the names, Professor K, because my parents had suggested her. I spent quite a while in her officespartan except for a thorny plant that blocked most of the light from the window. She compiled the longest report. A month later I was back with my parents. My last parent fumed at the injusticethe nasty comments clearly came from his competitor Dr M (he never guessed it was Professor K). My first parent lamented the end of her career. The following day, things seemed to have calmed down a little, as my parents agreed that, with some clarifications, a further test and an extra control, they should be able to satisfy the tough assessor. Three months later, after extensive surgery and implantation of a new visual, my parents said I'd never looked better. A final few touches and they sent me back for
doi:10.1242/dev.200268 pmid:34779487 fatcat:2ihhkdxjdbhdpiebynngikd5ey