Here we are — Friday night and time for another bedtime story.
This one is a little more topical than those that have come before.
I’d better state — for the record, and for those who don’t know me personally — that I can almost always be found in the ‘randomized, double-blind study’ science end of the belief spectrum.
However, the somewhat perverse knowledge that science is sometimes misused by those in power for their own ends led me to write this story, in which science is pitted against faith, and the only redeeming character is the one who is given no voice.
It was kind of weird to get into the head of the Doctor, with his twisted logic and pretty much meglomaniacal superiority complex. And the mother is no more a sympathetic character, for all of her misguided love for her child. I don’t think I’ve ever written a story where I so disliked the two main characters more.
Anyway. An interesting exercise. I do think contemporary medicine is getting more and more able to control the chemistry of humanity. I just wonder at the cost. I guess this story is a product of those questions in my mind.
Hope you enjoy the story. Your thoughts are welcome!