Author: earthbendingmage PM
What can a young boy do when he learns to read? Vincent-centric oneshot.Rated: Fiction K - English - Drama - Words: 407 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Published: 05-19-10 - Status: Complete - id: 5984256
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A/N First Fanfiction by me for Gattaca, hope you like it~ Criticisim welcomed!
I remember the first day I truly learned to read. I was 7 years old.
Oh, I had always been a voracious learner; picking up any book I could get my hands on, reading any digital script that flowed across my computer. Letters always fascinated me, the way they flowed together into words, sentences, entire stories. The way they gave birth to new ideas, as well as reiterating old book was too ordinary for me; I devoured them all with a devotion only a bibliophile could possess.
They gave concrete meaning to the world around me, at least, until I was first scanned by the vile blood-prickers. We were on a field trip to Gattaca, showing my brother his options in life. My mother went first, quickly brushing her finger against the pad. VALID flared briefly on the screen. My brother followed. VALID once again flickered with a photo and his genome. I passed last.
It flashed harshly across the screen, beeping erratically.
Others were looking for the commotion, than hastily turning away when they saw the display. I looked questioningly to my mother. She glanced around, looking almost… embarrassed. She hurriedly shooed me along, shushing my incessant questions. I vowed to look up the word the instant I went home. Unfortunately, my trusty dictionary failed me that night. Nowhere was IN-VALID found in it. The closest I could find was "invalid. [n] someone who is incapacitated by a chronic illness or injury".
"But I'm not injured, Mom." I stated matter-of-factly that night, safe in my trust of the dictionary, "They must have made a mistake. We'll have to get them to fix it." I grinned naively.
A fleeting look passed between her and my father. "I'll handle it." His seemed to shout. She looked relieved as he started to explain, in simple terms, the way that I had been born "naturally", and how this put me at a disadvantage to those selected for their traits. How my genome spelled out my future, and how it compared to others. How my letters had betrayed my very being.
It was then that I truly learned how to read. To read my genome. To read my future. To read that one word flashing across the screen.