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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Science Fiction
- Subject: Miracles / Wonders
- Published: 04/12/2025
Live long and prosper.
Born 1951, M, from Wilmington NC, United States.jpeg)
“Oh my gosh, you are the cutest little thing ever!”
Susan looked down at her newborn child. Gregor. She liked the name. She thought it sounded grand. So she used it for the first time:
“Welcome to the world, Gregor.”
“Thank you, Mother.”
If Susan hadn’t been laying down when they handed Gregor to her, all cleaned up, weighed, prodded, poked and then wrapped in a nice warm baby blanket, with a cute little blue hat on his head- she would have yelped and dropped the baby from shock and surprise.
As it was, one of the Labor Room’s Nurses fainted dead away. Her body hitting the floor with a wet thunk. The other two Nurses hands raised to their mouths in a desperate attempt to stop their screams. The Doctor merely stumbled backwards into the only chair in the room. Sitting down with a boneless shudder.
Susan was the first to recover. After all, it was her son, and what could be easier than a Mom having a conversation with her young son. So she smiled down with a twinkle in her eyes.
“Gregor, you can talk. Why didn’t you tell me?”
It was their first laugh together.
He surprised her again by reaching up with his tiny arm, and little hand to gently caress the side of her face. A caress she willingly leaned into.
“Well, I didn’t want to scare you.”
They both laughed again. But then Susan turned serious. Taking his small hand and wrapping her much bigger hand around it, she kissed his thumb and said:
“Babies aren’t supposed to be able to talk. In fact, most can’t manage even Ma Ma, or Da Da until a year or thereabouts. “
“Ma ma. Da da. See, Piece of cake.”
It was their third shared laugh. A bond was already in place. She knew she would love her baby, but doggone if she didn’t already like him too.
He winked at her. Almost as if he could read her thoughts.
Now the rest of the Medical staff was crowding around, trying to respect the intimacy of a newborn with a new mother, but not wanting to miss a word. He made them all laugh when he said:
“If one of you could take this darn wrap off of me, and this horribly humiliating diaper, I can assure you, I won’t mess up the bed, or my Mother.”
One his arms were free, he surprised them once again (and their ability to be surprised was already overworked). He asked his Mother to sit up. (She did.) And then he waddled over to sit on her lap facing her. Then he spoke again.
“Okay, here is what is going on. You know about evolution…right?”
Susan and the now more than a dozen Medical Professionals gathered around the bed in the Birthing Center - all muttered some sort of affirmative.
“Good. So what I am, is Humanities next step. I am the first, but there will be more soon.”
Susan made him laugh so hard, one of the nurses had to aspirate snot from his tiny nose, since his little hand couldn’t quite reach. When she said:
“Am I pregnant again already?”
He shook the tears of laughter (after sending a quick “Thank You” to the Nurse with just his eyes) off of his face.
“No. No. No. Dear Mother. It is just that babies, born from now on, will be more like me. Fully cognizant and conscious right from birth. Well, a little before to be precise.”
Stunned silence.
“You mean..you…you …well, were awake in there?”
“Oh yes, for the last two months anyway.”
One of the Doctors couldn’t help herself:
“What was that like? I mean well…you know…how…what…”
This time Gregor made a tiny patting motion with his hand. Calming the Doctor down a bit.
“Well, it was cramped (laughter all around) but, it was quite comfy floating around in a fluid with no sharp corners.”
More laughter.
“And my Mom’s heartbeat gave me a constant background hum. “
The conversation went on for a while. Until finally, even though she was a New Mother, millennia of evolutionary care giving kicked in:
“That’s enough. All of you. Out of the room. Now. He needs to rest, and feed.”
Reluctantly, everyone backed out into the Hallway and closed the door. Susan pulled down her hospital robe and let Gregor Suckle. A few minutes later, a pat or two on his back, and a big burp- signaled he was full.
They both drifted off to sleep. Their first nap together after a morning neither of them could have predicted. It was only later, after more and more children like Gregor were born, that Scientists finally figured out what was going on.
It turns out Natural Selection decided that the real problem causing wars and strife; was the simple fact that Human’s didn’t live long enough to learn from their mistakes and pass that lesson on. Gregor, and those like him, were born with all the Knowledge of Humanity.
They grew up to live a long life, with many lives inside them. War…faded away. An old saying from a TV Show- off the Air for decades- became the knew mantra for all Societies:
“Live long…and prosper.”
Susan looked down at her newborn child. Gregor. She liked the name. She thought it sounded grand. So she used it for the first time:
“Welcome to the world, Gregor.”
“Thank you, Mother.”
If Susan hadn’t been laying down when they handed Gregor to her, all cleaned up, weighed, prodded, poked and then wrapped in a nice warm baby blanket, with a cute little blue hat on his head- she would have yelped and dropped the baby from shock and surprise.
As it was, one of the Labor Room’s Nurses fainted dead away. Her body hitting the floor with a wet thunk. The other two Nurses hands raised to their mouths in a desperate attempt to stop their screams. The Doctor merely stumbled backwards into the only chair in the room. Sitting down with a boneless shudder.
Susan was the first to recover. After all, it was her son, and what could be easier than a Mom having a conversation with her young son. So she smiled down with a twinkle in her eyes.
“Gregor, you can talk. Why didn’t you tell me?”
It was their first laugh together.
He surprised her again by reaching up with his tiny arm, and little hand to gently caress the side of her face. A caress she willingly leaned into.
“Well, I didn’t want to scare you.”
They both laughed again. But then Susan turned serious. Taking his small hand and wrapping her much bigger hand around it, she kissed his thumb and said:
“Babies aren’t supposed to be able to talk. In fact, most can’t manage even Ma Ma, or Da Da until a year or thereabouts. “
“Ma ma. Da da. See, Piece of cake.”
It was their third shared laugh. A bond was already in place. She knew she would love her baby, but doggone if she didn’t already like him too.
He winked at her. Almost as if he could read her thoughts.
Now the rest of the Medical staff was crowding around, trying to respect the intimacy of a newborn with a new mother, but not wanting to miss a word. He made them all laugh when he said:
“If one of you could take this darn wrap off of me, and this horribly humiliating diaper, I can assure you, I won’t mess up the bed, or my Mother.”
One his arms were free, he surprised them once again (and their ability to be surprised was already overworked). He asked his Mother to sit up. (She did.) And then he waddled over to sit on her lap facing her. Then he spoke again.
“Okay, here is what is going on. You know about evolution…right?”
Susan and the now more than a dozen Medical Professionals gathered around the bed in the Birthing Center - all muttered some sort of affirmative.
“Good. So what I am, is Humanities next step. I am the first, but there will be more soon.”
Susan made him laugh so hard, one of the nurses had to aspirate snot from his tiny nose, since his little hand couldn’t quite reach. When she said:
“Am I pregnant again already?”
He shook the tears of laughter (after sending a quick “Thank You” to the Nurse with just his eyes) off of his face.
“No. No. No. Dear Mother. It is just that babies, born from now on, will be more like me. Fully cognizant and conscious right from birth. Well, a little before to be precise.”
Stunned silence.
“You mean..you…you …well, were awake in there?”
“Oh yes, for the last two months anyway.”
One of the Doctors couldn’t help herself:
“What was that like? I mean well…you know…how…what…”
This time Gregor made a tiny patting motion with his hand. Calming the Doctor down a bit.
“Well, it was cramped (laughter all around) but, it was quite comfy floating around in a fluid with no sharp corners.”
More laughter.
“And my Mom’s heartbeat gave me a constant background hum. “
The conversation went on for a while. Until finally, even though she was a New Mother, millennia of evolutionary care giving kicked in:
“That’s enough. All of you. Out of the room. Now. He needs to rest, and feed.”
Reluctantly, everyone backed out into the Hallway and closed the door. Susan pulled down her hospital robe and let Gregor Suckle. A few minutes later, a pat or two on his back, and a big burp- signaled he was full.
They both drifted off to sleep. Their first nap together after a morning neither of them could have predicted. It was only later, after more and more children like Gregor were born, that Scientists finally figured out what was going on.
It turns out Natural Selection decided that the real problem causing wars and strife; was the simple fact that Human’s didn’t live long enough to learn from their mistakes and pass that lesson on. Gregor, and those like him, were born with all the Knowledge of Humanity.
They grew up to live a long life, with many lives inside them. War…faded away. An old saying from a TV Show- off the Air for decades- became the knew mantra for all Societies:
“Live long…and prosper.”
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