I am a person with certain… peculiarities. I don't like to share them with people, but I feel like it's time to do it. The crystals of my glasses are clouded by dust corpuscles, I'm not very aware of these things, only of my goals.
I have a sore on the right side of my arm, it itches a lot, I covered it with a silk bandage, but the irritation is unbearable. I haven't been to the dentist in a long time and I already have bad breath, my teeth are crooked and the plaque on my gums bothers me.
I was never popular with girls, much less in college, for my shiny face and curly, singed, greasy hair scared them off, as did my crooked smile. I have a hobby with my hands, in which I like to fold them at the height of my chest; I look like a stone Quasimodo or a feverish and contemptible Igor.
I am as thin as a small palm tree on the beach, I don't like sunbathing and I catch a cold when it is slightly cold. My height and my voice sometimes make people around me uncomfortable; because I am as tall as a Frankenstein and my particular diction does not allow people to understand me.
I don't laugh much, because I feel my larynx clogged, making a scratchy sound that sounds like a bird in danger of a threat. I am lucky to have a job where I do not share with anyone the managers understood that I cannot work with people because I am unfriendly, intolerant and one of the brightest minds in the institute.
I have forgotten my body to feed my brain knowledge. I have given myself over to sloppiness in its entirety to outdo all those scientists who try to achieve much more than me. My area is biology, but I also touch chemistry and biomechanics. I am not allowed to touch other areas, but it matters little to me since I have an obsessive tendency to achieve something great.
I have been wrong many times and that has cost me the pigment in my fingers, which, from holding chemicals without gloves, have changed from a light pink to a pale silver. But you will wonder, what am I trying to achieve? What is the goal I want to achieve? Well, every time I delve into a new topic, I obsess until I figure it out.
I want to find the cure for mortality, modify the filaments of our chromosomes and extend our life expectancy, perhaps it is very ambitious, but I am sure that in the future I will achieve it, or at least leave the bases established for someone else to continue with my work if I do not become immortal.
I have been thinking that before my death comes, cryogenically freeze myself and preserve my genetic structure so as not to die, and in the future; when it's time to unfreeze, see the wonders of the things I've accomplished. To see a hundred-year-old people with the looks and vitality of a twenty-year-old. It would be a magnificent thing to see, even; being more imaginative, seeing us all as teenagers for centuries.
I aspire to immortality, but perhaps it is something that is still far from me, at least I would like all humans to live up to a thousand years; that is one of my wishes. I feel satisfied that managers do not see me as just another crazy person, but as a brilliant mind that will achieve many things.
I have to confess that I am afraid of the impediments that they will try to cause me, but I try not to think about it. In the meantime, my breakthroughs will bring me new ideas, new moves, and new experiments, and I don't care at all that the path I'm on won't bring me the love of my life.
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