This Brain in the Bottle

This brain in the bottle was made to replicate billions of times and errors in DNA replication showed the future of the species. Windows lab had created an alien far ahead of its own time. Just how many people disappeared beneath the tower is unknown, but the brain was mated with many others in order to provide genetic variation. By the time it closed, Window had become a sort of nightmare Auschwitz-like scenario where anaesthetized bodies were brought in, never to be seen again. While they remained alive each body had a cubicle of its own and was awoken enough to of use in clerical work, recording activities that they would not be alive to tell others about. These things that were created: THEY HAD NO SOUL
The lab had one other tightly yet so tightly held secret. The virus that caused the mutation had escaped from the lab and was now infecting a million humans a day, causing all of them to give birth to kids without souls or the ability to reproduce, psychopaths, every last one of them. This was still early in the eighties but even the normal folks realized that something out of the ordinary had occurred, marriages were failing at ever increasing frequency; these kids without souls were driving their parents mad. This, along with the current propensity of the government for making rules caused society to meltdown like a stick of butter in a microwave oven – from the inside out – leaving a very sticky non-salubrious substance stranded like an island without a bridge to the mainland... the heart... of society. As these kids containing genetic aberrations realized that they could not procreate, they more and more came to sleep with a large variety of the new citizens of the world, a world where birth control was no longer necessary, ironic in a world where the new government had just come to ban the pill and the use of the condom was controlled – to be used for planning families – families in excess of six kids already – and thus hopes of owning one’s own baseball team faded, until it was realized that through divorce and remarriage families could put together nine kids. Of course these souls became jealous of the new people and the freedoms they perceived them of having while they were caring for their baseball teams, unable to enter into orgasmic entwines with other souls due to some almost genetic disposition that made one of them jealous of the other one like a male poodle growling at a man when the female poodle smiled fondly at the man.