Evolution's Race

Staying hidden is the only option for a person who is wanted and on the run. At that point the best treasures are faithful friends, a secure hideout and reliable information from the outside world.  For Dr Marsh Hails, he was done hiding.

It’s been five years in which the authorities have been searching for him and his colleagues since the Judas in their team professor Baker leaked their work to some top officials of the government. If he only knew they were hoping for him to do just that, put the game in play.

It was a shocking surprised for the police chief who watched the hooded man who walked to the stations gate unmaking him self and kneeing with his hands in the position for the arrest, raising his face to the camera for confirmation. Dr Hails. He must have signed his death wish and he has certainly guaranty his promotion. He had him seated for the long and desperately needed answers to the question he had provoked the minds, brains and souls of many to ask.

Dr Hails, we meet again, you got tried of hiding, or you knew we had you?

Oh common official Shawn, it was just times for us to sat with a poorly made and probably poisoned cup of coffee and have our annual meeting.

You till have that smart mouth on you, well I got some news for you I doubt they will be doing good this time. You are the world greatest villain; you have threatened the faith of many, buried the dreams of many, and blotted any hope of a peace future. The thought of you turns the sweetest moment into a can of decaying worms; you turn sanity into a fossil in our time, we have to dig into the past to describe it to our kids.

It very generous of you all to give me so much undue honours, which were all of your very own doings, what are you then going to crown or awards yourself with?

Shawn ran his fist into the wall turned to face Hails. I believe you know your rights but I assure you, cross the line and I will punch you right cross your ugly already twisted face. Look at this. He threw the file at Hails. Let’s start from the beginning. Five years ago you were suppose to help with the population health and feeding program. You were heading it and were making so m any break through and discoveries. What turned you into a government official kidnapping and assassinating psycho and sociopath? Shawn asked

Five years ago, I was an enormous clueless fool; obviously I was working with false progress, the decay in death itself. Technology’s curse, the feel of being God, being wherever you want to, reaching cross the globe in seconds by pressing or swiping certain buttons, tracking and viewing that that you want to, it turns sour when it against you, tortures you for exploring its possible, it helped you connected or stay connected but you were the one you willing gave your information, made you loved ones venerable by flaunting their pictures. But that’s not the worse part. Black mail was an act, a rare opportunity to grab your opponent by the horn but not in our time, it’s a way of life, an assurance of getting things done. The one with the highest mail wins.  Back then I had little or nothing; it was ok until things started adding up. Hails replied.

And by things you are implying…? Shawn asked.

I was made to believe my colleagues and I were serving humanity by promoting family planning, constructing a functioning health system, providing food for those in need but that didn’t stop the wars, the reasonable and the unreasonable one, one way or the other promoting peace are they very ones instigating them. Hails replied.

Have you quickly forgotten your crimes? You sit here talking of peace and war? Shawn asked with disgust.

Shawn, sincerely, have you loved, someone or something. He paused looking him straight in the eyes with his that lead to oblivion. Only to watch them die. And not by any death nature can come up with. Not by drowning, nor earthquake, nor hurricane, nor fire, nor thunderstorm or while at sleep. No, they snatch the dignity even out of death. Hails paused then continued.

I remember clearly my trip to Africa after a six-month project I had in Asia where we were trying to conclude on a shoot that could help cells to survive dehydration and starvation hence preventing a whole lot of illness. And at the same time coming up with a prefect one square meal balance diet not only for poor nations but also for the sake of space travelling.

I stayed in a small village, we were trying to set up a health clinic and create a borehole for water supply and irrigation farming. I met a young girl; she was always coming around to get thing for her mother who was very ill. We became good friends. It was amazing how she learnt to communicate with a little English she spoke and how she improved it to tell me tales of their about dying village and how she thought we were gods that came to answer their prayers.

I tried my best to explain the world to her, showed her pictures, told her tales. Together we could get to the young population and had a proper follow up.  I teased her that she would be better at health services than myself.

The shoot was a success, so was the health clinic and the borehole. Our mission was done. My colleague and I were off to the nearest city to file our reports and set off to our various destinations from here. Unfortunately I had forgotten one of my files on the feeding project and I cost us another ten hours drive. It was nothing compared to the shock of what had happened to the village. The security officers said it was a terrorist attack; the officers that were assigned to the programme were as horrified as I was, they said it was as if they had monitored their very move, ambushed them while the destroyed the village, I ran to my friends house, I knelt was I saw the burnt ruins. I found strength to go to my former shelter and met one of the greatest joys that cleared the hurt and gave birth to a whole new agenda. Hails ended with certainty.

Some endings aren’t always as we expect Dr hails. Shawn said.

Yes for every ending comes with a new beginning and for a wise person, viewing and screening his end game for other options makes his other games much easy and pleasurable. Understanding certain action and their outcomes, sacrificing for later profits and most especially understanding the moment and viewing deep into the future. Officer Shawn I got to see the reason behind my friend’s murder. Hails said.

What are you trying to get at? Shawn asked

You see I didn’t stop working for the company; I had very intension to quit. I remembered how I had filed my documents; I literally cleared my desk and took my resignation letter to my boss.  Like gods they had eyes on me. I was told things I’m sure the devil can’t cook up; they turn an act as innocent as yawning into a catastrophic act of neglects that leads to series of other disaster. I was threatened beyond my own generation. I was advised to stay back and go about my duties. To make our hands more soiled, we promoted far beyond our expectations.  We became an investment. Hails replied.

So you were blackmailed to work with them and you hated them so much you turned on them? Shawn asked.

 I stayed long enough to get high enough to get enough information. It became clear.  After the incident at the village, we till had other tasks. Some really tasking. We were trying to link cellular molecular communication. You see, when you eat junk food, which is all processed and stuff, your cells tend to lack certain original message or signal, which are essential to feeding. But when you eat certain natural fresh from the garden products, most times the cells gets a clear message, stay fresh, stay strong and stay young and beautiful.  No wonder certain foods have higher price tags, for less to afford.

It was on that project I really the otter wickedness that locked around human nature. Freud was absolutely right; ideas are repressed, but remain in the mind, removed from consciousness yet operative, then reappear in consciousness under certain circumstances. Turn on them you said? May be I had that idea and for good reasons. Hails replied.

Good enough to have your programmes planner and operator killed. A large number of people the in collaboration of your former employer kidnapped. Shawn said.

I love the version of me according to some boring news storming in to buildings to brutally hijack documents and take hostages and things like that. But you know they skipped the most important details. Precisely Gilbert, my late operator felt taking his life was worth stopping my mission, it only got me thinking how deep the decay goes. And I assure you I have no hostage. Simply guests, some getting to understand the gravity of their doings, most deciding to stay back.

You see in the mist of change which is inevitable, certain things stay constant, the sun, the moon, the stars, wind, air and certain moralities that spans across different Culture, Tribe, Tongues and Race; guides that keep humanity in check, that made us higher and better than any other specie we shared earth with. But we always find new ways to break that code, stuffing our carelessness and ignorance under the carpet of greed and shamelessness using the excuse of our ancestors being novice and cowardice to act or choosing certain beliefs. We have gone so low that they ones we tagged animals showing compassion as inspirational, when we that have been ahead ought to have evolved beyond that to recognised that as being compassionate and merciful. Hails answered.

You are on a weird mission you cooked up and have justified as worthy by failing to report to the right authorities that are capable of handling this. Everyone out there thinks you are a crazy psycho that needs to be stopped. Shawn said.

Because most people don’t know my story or the angle I’m coming from or what I have been fighting for. The hope for peace we struggle for. They been misinformed just like yourself, I have been trying to get this you Shawn, I don’t care if you have been eating out of their pockets and basket, I have been force fed with it.  But you are reasonable. I’m sure of that. Hails replied.

So your grand solution for this peace is this war, hundreds have been injured in your search and several died.  Shawn said.

War? Fighting? Are you aware that it has existed since the beginning of time? Recorded throughout history till date for numerous shockingly surprising reasons and uncalled for death worse than plagues. And tell me what has it solved if it were the solution?

Hitler and many others had their thoughts for a species, great and power, but they thought of self-alone. Totally forgetting Evolution; the perfect blend of genes and traits that has the ability to survival.  The solutions are in history, not just a race, we have all live this far, is in the combination. Linking our uniqueness. Hails answered.

By nuking the entity human race with your rogue disciples? What do you intend to achieved from that? Shawn asked.

Misinformation really sucks. The emergency alarm of the station went on.  Hails said with smock on his face.

Don’t even think for a second that, I’m going to let you off the hook this time. Shawn threatened.

I only wanted to clear the air, whether I’m in here or not, the mission goes on, and as I said earlier, there is no war, no nuke, yes there is something ticking to explode, to ends certain things and to start a new beginning. Hails replied.

Stop the whole riddle Dr Hails. If there is something we need to stop tell me right now. Give me details, damn it! Shawn screamed.

For me to do that, you’d have to tell your boys to through a box through the front gate my men will back off for now, while you get me Lister Lander Sean. Would I’ve gotten him on the way to the company through that new tunnel you claim is not functioning but t would that be negotiation? I have told you truth you could get hold of so far, so make this call, and let’s no have hundreds injured and several died. Hails suggested.

After he had his team through the box outside and the alarms went off. Shawn looked Hails in his eyes.  Lister is on his way. Shawn said.

That’s great; we have a lot of talking and thinking to do. Hails replied as he confidently adjusted in his seat.

To be continued

Staying hidden is the only option for a person who is wanted and on the run. At that point the best treasures are faithful friends, a secure hideout and reliable information from the outside world.  For Dr Marsh Hails, he was done hiding.

It’s been five years in which the authorities have been searching for him and his colleagues since the Judas in their team professor Baker leaked their work to some top officials of the government. If he only knew they were hoping for him to do just that, put the game in play.

It was a shocking surprised for the police chief who watched the hooded man who walked to the stations gate unmaking him self and kneeing with his hands in the position for the arrest, raising his face to the camera for confirmation. Dr Hails. He must have signed his death wish and he has certainly guaranty his promotion. He had him seated for the long and desperately needed answers to the question he had provoked the minds, brains and souls of many to ask.

Dr Hails, we meet again, you got tried of hiding, or you knew we had you?

Oh common official Shawn, it was just times for us to sat with a poorly made and probably poisoned cup of coffee and have our annual meeting.

You till have that smart mouth on you, well I got some news for you I doubt they will be doing good this time. You are the world greatest villain; you have threatened the faith of many, buried the dreams of many, and blotted any hope of a peace future. The thought of you turns the sweetest moment into a can of decaying worms; you turn sanity into a fossil in our time, we have to dig into the past to describe it to our kids.

It very generous of you all to give me so much undue honours, which were all of your very own doings, what are you then going to crown or awards yourself with?

Shawn ran his fist into the wall turned to face Hails. I believe you know your rights but I assure you, cross the line and I will punch you right cross your ugly already twisted face. Look at this. He threw the file at Hails. Let’s start from the beginning. Five years ago you were suppose to help with the population health and feeding program. You were heading it and were making so m any break through and discoveries. What turned you into a government official kidnapping and assassinating psycho and sociopath? Shawn asked

Five years ago, I was an enormous clueless fool; obviously I was working with false progress, the decay in death itself. Technology’s curse, the feel of being God, being wherever you want to, reaching cross the globe in seconds by pressing or swiping certain buttons, tracking and viewing that that you want to, it turns sour when it against you, tortures you for exploring its possible, it helped you connected or stay connected but you were the one you willing gave your information, made you loved ones venerable by flaunting their pictures. But that’s not the worse part. Black mail was an act, a rare opportunity to grab your opponent by the horn but not in our time, it’s a way of life, an assurance of getting things done. The one with the highest mail wins.  Back then I had little or nothing; it was ok until things started adding up. Hails replied.

And by things you are implying…? Shawn asked.

I was made to believe my colleagues and I were serving humanity by promoting family planning, constructing a functioning health system, providing food for those in need but that didn’t stop the wars, the reasonable and the unreasonable one, one way or the other promoting peace are they very ones instigating them. Hails replied.

Have you quickly forgotten your crimes? You sit here talking of peace and war? Shawn asked with disgust.

Shawn, sincerely, have you loved, someone or something. He paused looking him straight in the eyes with his that lead to oblivion. Only to watch them die. And not by any death nature can come up with. Not by drowning, nor earthquake, nor hurricane, nor fire, nor thunderstorm or while at sleep. No, they snatch the dignity even out of death. Hails paused then continued.

I remember clearly my trip to Africa after a six-month project I had in Asia where we were trying to conclude on a shoot that could help cells to survive dehydration and starvation hence preventing a whole lot of illness. And at the same time coming up with a prefect one square meal balance diet not only for poor nations but also for the sake of space travelling.

I stayed in a small village, we were trying to set up a health clinic and create a borehole for water supply and irrigation farming. I met a young girl; she was always coming around to get thing for her mother who was very ill. We became good friends. It was amazing how she learnt to communicate with a little English she spoke and how she improved it to tell me tales of their about dying village and how she thought we were gods that came to answer their prayers.

I tried my best to explain the world to her, showed her pictures, told her tales. Together we could get to the young population and had a proper follow up.  I teased her that she would be better at health services than myself.

The shoot was a success, so was the health clinic and the borehole. Our mission was done. My colleague and I were off to the nearest city to file our reports and set off to our various destinations from here. Unfortunately I had forgotten one of my files on the feeding project and I cost us another ten hours drive. It was nothing compared to the shock of what had happened to the village. The security officers said it was a terrorist attack; the officers that were assigned to the programme were as horrified as I was, they said it was as if they had monitored their very move, ambushed them while the destroyed the village, I ran to my friends house, I knelt was I saw the burnt ruins. I found strength to go to my former shelter and met one of the greatest joys that cleared the hurt and gave birth to a whole new agenda. Hails ended with certainty.

Some endings aren’t always as we expect Dr hails. Shawn said.

Yes for every ending comes with a new beginning and for a wise person, viewing and screening his end game for other options makes his other games much easy and pleasurable. Understanding certain action and their outcomes, sacrificing for later profits and most especially understanding the moment and viewing deep into the future. Officer Shawn I got to see the reason behind my friend’s murder. Hails said.

What are you trying to get at? Shawn asked

You see I didn’t stop working for the company; I had very intension to quit. I remembered how I had filed my documents; I literally cleared my desk and took my resignation letter to my boss.  Like gods they had eyes on me. I was told things I’m sure the devil can’t cook up; they turn an act as innocent as yawning into a catastrophic act of neglects that leads to series of other disaster. I was threatened beyond my own generation. I was advised to stay back and go about my duties. To make our hands more soiled, we promoted far beyond our expectations.  We became an investment. Hails replied.

So you were blackmailed to work with them and you hated them so much you turned on them? Shawn asked.

 I stayed long enough to get high enough to get enough information. It became clear.  After the incident at the village, we till had other tasks. Some really tasking. We were trying to link cellular molecular communication. You see, when you eat junk food, which is all processed and stuff, your cells tend to lack certain original message or signal, which are essential to feeding. But when you eat certain natural fresh from the garden products, most times the cells gets a clear message, stay fresh, stay strong and stay young and beautiful.  No wonder certain foods have higher price tags, for less to afford.

It was on that project I really the otter wickedness that locked around human nature. Freud was absolutely right; ideas are repressed, but remain in the mind, removed from consciousness yet operative, then reappear in consciousness under certain circumstances. Turn on them you said? May be I had that idea and for good reasons. Hails replied.

Good enough to have your programmes planner and operator killed. A large number of people the in collaboration of your former employer kidnapped. Shawn said.

I love the version of me according to some boring news storming in to buildings to brutally hijack documents and take hostages and things like that. But you know they skipped the most important details. Precisely Gilbert, my late operator felt taking his life was worth stopping my mission, it only got me thinking how deep the decay goes. And I assure you I have no hostage. Simply guests, some getting to understand the gravity of their doings, most deciding to stay back.

You see in the mist of change which is inevitable, certain things stay constant, the sun, the moon, the stars, wind, air and certain moralities that spans across different Culture, Tribe, Tongues and Race; guides that keep humanity in check, that made us higher and better than any other specie we shared earth with. But we always find new ways to break that code, stuffing our carelessness and ignorance under the carpet of greed and shamelessness using the excuse of our ancestors being novice and cowardice to act or choosing certain beliefs. We have gone so low that they ones we tagged animals showing compassion as inspirational, when we that have been ahead ought to have evolved beyond that to recognised that as being compassionate and merciful. Hails answered.

You are on a weird mission you cooked up and have justified as worthy by failing to report to the right authorities that are capable of handling this. Everyone out there thinks you are a crazy psycho that needs to be stopped. Shawn said.

Because most people don’t know my story or the angle I’m coming from or what I have been fighting for. The hope for peace we struggle for. They been misinformed just like yourself, I have been trying to get this you Shawn, I don’t care if you have been eating out of their pockets and basket, I have been force fed with it.  But you are reasonable. I’m sure of that. Hails replied.

So your grand solution for this peace is this war, hundreds have been injured in your search and several died.  Shawn said.

War? Fighting? Are you aware that it has existed since the beginning of time? Recorded throughout history till date for numerous shockingly surprising reasons and uncalled for death worse than plagues. And tell me what has it solved if it were the solution?

Hitler and many others had their thoughts for a species, great and power, but they thought of self-alone. Totally forgetting Evolution; the perfect blend of genes and traits that has the ability to survival.  The solutions are in history, not just a race, we have all live this far, is in the combination. Linking our uniqueness. Hails answered.

By nuking the entity human race with your rogue disciples? What do you intend to achieved from that? Shawn asked.

Misinformation really sucks. The emergency alarm of the station went on.  Hails said with smock on his face.

Don’t even think for a second that, I’m going to let you off the hook this time. Shawn threatened.

I only wanted to clear the air, whether I’m in here or not, the mission goes on, and as I said earlier, there is no war, no nuke, yes there is something ticking to explode, to ends certain things and to start a new beginning. Hails replied.

Stop the whole riddle Dr Hails. If there is something we need to stop tell me right now. Give me details, damn it! Shawn screamed.

For me to do that, you’d have to tell your boys to through a box through the front gate my men will back off for now, while you get me Lister Lander Sean. Would I’ve gotten him on the way to the company through that new tunnel you claim is not functioning but t would that be negotiation? I have told you truth you could get hold of so far, so make this call, and let’s no have hundreds injured and several died. Hails suggested.

After he had his team through the box outside and the alarms went off. Shawn looked Hails in his eyes.  Lister is on his way. Shawn said.

That’s great; we have a lot of talking and thinking to do. Hails replied as he confidently adjusted in his seat.

To be continued