May 2016 - The Day After the Explosion
As Eric stared down at the beaker, overflowing with roots, hundreds of questions passed through his mind. Why did it take over a day for the cells to differentiate? Why did they only differentiate into roots? As he pondered what happened, he reached down and picked up the beaker to feel the root mass. It felt like any root would feel, smooth with small root hairs branching off. More questions came to him. What would happen if I start the cells in soil? Why are the roots growing?... Eric suddenly realized that while he was touching the roots, they were growing longer. And fast. He took his hand away, startled by the roots' reaction to his touch. With this, they stopped growing. He quickly set the beaker back down under the hood and backed away. Turning on his heel, he ran to the only place that he thought could help him solve this conundrum. The library.
Eric rushed to the section filled with graduate student theses, knowing he had exhausted all of the textbooks on the subject. Balancing a pile of hardbound theses, he hurried to one of the quiet study rooms. Sitting down, he realized that his knuckles were white from gripping the books so tightly. As he pulled his hands out from under the pile, he felt a sensation he had never felt before in the palms of his hands. Probably something sticky on the bottom... As he spread the books out, Eric felt that something was holding the covers of the bottom four books together. With some effort, he pulled the first apart from the others. Roots...There were roots growing straight through all four bottom books. For a split second, the thought passed Eric's mind that the roots had come from his hands somehow, but he knew that that was foolish. Quickly, he dashed back to the shelf where he had picked up the theses. No roots... Slowly, Eric walked back to the quiet study, trying to figure out a reasonable explanation for all of this. When he sat back down at the cubicle desk, he pressed his palms against the desk and took a deep breath with his eyes closed, trying to calm himself down in order to think straight. When he slid his hands off the desk, the same sensation covered his palms. He opened his eyes, and to his bewilderment, found that where his hands were a second ago, two root networks now wound their way into the wood of the desk. Quickly checking that no one was looking, he ripped the roots out and threw them in the garbage and jogged back to his dorm.
Something happened to me. I'm obviously not going to be able to explain this via science. I need to figure out what this is on my own. Eric pushed the door open to his dorm. In order to keep himself calm, he decided to run a few experiments. He could at least pretend this was science. So, he knew that the roots were coming out of him, but he didn't know if he could control it. He pulled the sheets off his mattress and put his hands against it. After holding them there for a few seconds, he pulled them off. Okay, so it's not just every time I touch anything... He put his hands back on the mattress and "pushed". Eric felt something this time, but it startled him so he pulled his hands away. When he pulled his hands off, there was the same sensation, it felt like somebody lightly pinching at your palms. And there they were, the same as the roots he pulled out of the desk, now growing into his bed. Okay, so... I think I have superpowers.
As Eric stared down at the beaker, overflowing with roots, hundreds of questions passed through his mind. Why did it take over a day for the cells to differentiate? Why did they only differentiate into roots? As he pondered what happened, he reached down and picked up the beaker to feel the root mass. It felt like any root would feel, smooth with small root hairs branching off. More questions came to him. What would happen if I start the cells in soil? Why are the roots growing?... Eric suddenly realized that while he was touching the roots, they were growing longer. And fast. He took his hand away, startled by the roots' reaction to his touch. With this, they stopped growing. He quickly set the beaker back down under the hood and backed away. Turning on his heel, he ran to the only place that he thought could help him solve this conundrum. The library.
Eric rushed to the section filled with graduate student theses, knowing he had exhausted all of the textbooks on the subject. Balancing a pile of hardbound theses, he hurried to one of the quiet study rooms. Sitting down, he realized that his knuckles were white from gripping the books so tightly. As he pulled his hands out from under the pile, he felt a sensation he had never felt before in the palms of his hands. Probably something sticky on the bottom... As he spread the books out, Eric felt that something was holding the covers of the bottom four books together. With some effort, he pulled the first apart from the others. Roots...There were roots growing straight through all four bottom books. For a split second, the thought passed Eric's mind that the roots had come from his hands somehow, but he knew that that was foolish. Quickly, he dashed back to the shelf where he had picked up the theses. No roots... Slowly, Eric walked back to the quiet study, trying to figure out a reasonable explanation for all of this. When he sat back down at the cubicle desk, he pressed his palms against the desk and took a deep breath with his eyes closed, trying to calm himself down in order to think straight. When he slid his hands off the desk, the same sensation covered his palms. He opened his eyes, and to his bewilderment, found that where his hands were a second ago, two root networks now wound their way into the wood of the desk. Quickly checking that no one was looking, he ripped the roots out and threw them in the garbage and jogged back to his dorm.
Something happened to me. I'm obviously not going to be able to explain this via science. I need to figure out what this is on my own. Eric pushed the door open to his dorm. In order to keep himself calm, he decided to run a few experiments. He could at least pretend this was science. So, he knew that the roots were coming out of him, but he didn't know if he could control it. He pulled the sheets off his mattress and put his hands against it. After holding them there for a few seconds, he pulled them off. Okay, so it's not just every time I touch anything... He put his hands back on the mattress and "pushed". Eric felt something this time, but it startled him so he pulled his hands away. When he pulled his hands off, there was the same sensation, it felt like somebody lightly pinching at your palms. And there they were, the same as the roots he pulled out of the desk, now growing into his bed. Okay, so... I think I have superpowers.