Who am I


The warmth inside the sweat shirt, protecting me from the cool breeze around, made me feel at ease. The world moved to the background as the bus lunged forward, and more introspective thoughts came to my mind.
"Who are you?" the voice asked. "I'm a doc" I said saccading my gaze from one tree to the next.
"No, that's just your profession" it said. "The coffee is acting" I thought to myself and replied, "I'm a good, intelligent, hard working guy" like a naive four year old.
"Let me tell you a story" the voice said.
A microbiologist finished his day's (and night's) work and is closing his lab. Little does he know, of the small bacterial inoculum that got stuck to the tip of his right little finger. As he was shutting the door, he inadvertently crushed his finger.
"Aaaaahhhhh" he exclaimed violently jerking his hand.
The inoculum jumped and sat comfortably on a window sill.
The PhD student left and soon the sun arrived. The bacteria started to multiply in the warmth of the sunlight. Soon it was a colony with thousands of bacilli.
On the other end of the corridor was a physicist working with ionising radiation. In a freakish accident, a ray of radiation hit the colony, and mutated the bacilli into self consciousness.

"I'm the one receiving the most sunlight and abundant carbon. I'm the richest" thought one bacillus.
"I'm the one living in the most adverse conditions. I'm the toughest" thought another.
"I have the thickest capsule. I'm the most beautiful"
"I have the longest flagella"
"I'm the wisest" "I'm the nicest" "I'm the smartest" "I'm the most altruistic" "I'm a left winger" "I'm the god" "I'm the devil"
"I'm the one with most progeny.. I'll take this great colony forward and continue it's legacy fore.."
"How on Earth do we get these STAINS!!!!!!" exclaimed the janitor in his morning round, as he swept away the colony with a single drop of alcohol.

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