Snowflake Step Five
5. I need to write a page synopsis for each character. I'm essentially writing the story as they see it from their POVs. This is the first of four.
Abram Lowendowski: (A tallish man with tidy dark hair and striking blue eyes. Wearing a green shirt, black pants and tie and a white lab coat.)
The time sure have changed. So much is different from when I was a child. Everyone is in a panic and it’s all I can do not to join them. It’s horrible how Science has both saved and ruined us. Just like Asia in the twenty-first century we are overrun by men and lacking in women. I’m sure, if given proper warning about the heinous outcome of the genetic experimentation, scientists would have never created the Wiedman serum.
As it is every able minded scientist in the country are working on solutions for this. I’m not sure if a serum for the women is a solution. I just think that the girls are getting weaker and weaker on a genetic level. But if we continue playing God in genetics it’ll keep happening. I mean, Next women will outnumber men, and then men outnumber women. We need to stop the cycle and get some hearty women that can take the demands of life.
Evan and I have come up with a plan. We know nobody else is working on anything similar. They reserve this kind of science to fiction only. Evan thinks that this is possible, however. We’re working to create a device to travel through time in. I know that is sounds like some sort of Sci-fi plot. But we really do believe that this is a feasible undertaking. Then again, nobody else has tried it. Too afraid of the butterfly effect.
And we’re right. We’ve created the device. It looks like a gun. In essence it is a gun. But it isn’t a method of destroying people. This time-gun can open portals to the past, or the future. With the experiments, we’ve found that despite the ability to travel to the past there is one draw back. While going back in time you yourself lose five years of your life, this made my son a teen again for the duration of his visit to the past. Also, if you travel to the future through one of our time portals, you gain five years of aging.
It wasn’t pretty. I’ll have arthritis in five years time.
So we brought our findings to the magistrate of our city. It took us six weeks of debating moral implications, but finally it came down to his way of thinking. We wanted to kidnap women from the past, just moments before their deaths, if the deaths were preventable, and bring them back so that we might be able to have an equal population of women. The Magistrate said now. He forbid us from doing it.
But, Evan is young and the idea of jail time didn’t deter him. He spent so much time in the public records building looking for a likely candidate. He decided on a women who was homeless and froze to death in Central Park during the Twenty-first century. Though I also forbid him, he went to her anyway and brought her back.
She was a mess, a little skinny tramp in layers of dirt-crusted clothing. She smelled and was on the brink of death when he brought her back. But Oryean wouldn’t let the poor girl die. She stripped her down and put her on a heated table, covering her with blankets and giving her a warm IV to try to bring her back.
When the girl woke up, we realized she was worse of then everyone had thought. She was a heroine addict in her twenty-first century life and now she was starting to go through withdrawal. Evan was already attached to her, having helped his mother pull her through so that she would live to see her brighter future. He was distraught as they fought to help her overcome her vice.
Eventually she did and she grew to like Evan, maybe even love him but she wasn’t coping well with our world. She was lost, alone and most of all scared. She didn’t want to go outside, with good reason, the men would have a field day trying to woo her. I think it was too much for her to take.
She left a note for Evan telling him not to go after her and used the time-gun to take herself back to her time. Evan, summon as he is, didn’t listen but it took him days to find her. She was already back on drugs and working the street to pay for her habit. Bringing her back as she overdosed, we helped her again working as hard as we could to counter act the drug as it washed through her system.
After days of waiting. Another bought of withdrawal and some therapy provided by Oryena, the girl was back and here for good. Evan destroyed the time gun and burned its plans so that nobody aside from he or I could remake it. Even started teaching her and discussing current world issues with her. Though we’d thought she wasn’t as smart as us she give us a possible clue as to what was wrong. She pointed out that men determine the sex of a child and the problem was in the men’s X-chromosome.
Abram Lowendowski: (A tallish man with tidy dark hair and striking blue eyes. Wearing a green shirt, black pants and tie and a white lab coat.)
The time sure have changed. So much is different from when I was a child. Everyone is in a panic and it’s all I can do not to join them. It’s horrible how Science has both saved and ruined us. Just like Asia in the twenty-first century we are overrun by men and lacking in women. I’m sure, if given proper warning about the heinous outcome of the genetic experimentation, scientists would have never created the Wiedman serum.
As it is every able minded scientist in the country are working on solutions for this. I’m not sure if a serum for the women is a solution. I just think that the girls are getting weaker and weaker on a genetic level. But if we continue playing God in genetics it’ll keep happening. I mean, Next women will outnumber men, and then men outnumber women. We need to stop the cycle and get some hearty women that can take the demands of life.
Evan and I have come up with a plan. We know nobody else is working on anything similar. They reserve this kind of science to fiction only. Evan thinks that this is possible, however. We’re working to create a device to travel through time in. I know that is sounds like some sort of Sci-fi plot. But we really do believe that this is a feasible undertaking. Then again, nobody else has tried it. Too afraid of the butterfly effect.
And we’re right. We’ve created the device. It looks like a gun. In essence it is a gun. But it isn’t a method of destroying people. This time-gun can open portals to the past, or the future. With the experiments, we’ve found that despite the ability to travel to the past there is one draw back. While going back in time you yourself lose five years of your life, this made my son a teen again for the duration of his visit to the past. Also, if you travel to the future through one of our time portals, you gain five years of aging.
It wasn’t pretty. I’ll have arthritis in five years time.
So we brought our findings to the magistrate of our city. It took us six weeks of debating moral implications, but finally it came down to his way of thinking. We wanted to kidnap women from the past, just moments before their deaths, if the deaths were preventable, and bring them back so that we might be able to have an equal population of women. The Magistrate said now. He forbid us from doing it.
But, Evan is young and the idea of jail time didn’t deter him. He spent so much time in the public records building looking for a likely candidate. He decided on a women who was homeless and froze to death in Central Park during the Twenty-first century. Though I also forbid him, he went to her anyway and brought her back.
She was a mess, a little skinny tramp in layers of dirt-crusted clothing. She smelled and was on the brink of death when he brought her back. But Oryean wouldn’t let the poor girl die. She stripped her down and put her on a heated table, covering her with blankets and giving her a warm IV to try to bring her back.
When the girl woke up, we realized she was worse of then everyone had thought. She was a heroine addict in her twenty-first century life and now she was starting to go through withdrawal. Evan was already attached to her, having helped his mother pull her through so that she would live to see her brighter future. He was distraught as they fought to help her overcome her vice.
Eventually she did and she grew to like Evan, maybe even love him but she wasn’t coping well with our world. She was lost, alone and most of all scared. She didn’t want to go outside, with good reason, the men would have a field day trying to woo her. I think it was too much for her to take.
She left a note for Evan telling him not to go after her and used the time-gun to take herself back to her time. Evan, summon as he is, didn’t listen but it took him days to find her. She was already back on drugs and working the street to pay for her habit. Bringing her back as she overdosed, we helped her again working as hard as we could to counter act the drug as it washed through her system.
After days of waiting. Another bought of withdrawal and some therapy provided by Oryena, the girl was back and here for good. Evan destroyed the time gun and burned its plans so that nobody aside from he or I could remake it. Even started teaching her and discussing current world issues with her. Though we’d thought she wasn’t as smart as us she give us a possible clue as to what was wrong. She pointed out that men determine the sex of a child and the problem was in the men’s X-chromosome.