A Story of a Rose, an Artist, and History

The year was 2700 AD, and the technologicalflower, whose colors were changing and morphing
advances of mankind were impressive. By now, 99%constantly, its head slowly turning, and now, the perfect
of disease had been eliminated, and the average lifevoice of a human resonating from it... In one more
span was around 150 years. Innovating and excitingminute, all these functions would stop, and it would
new fields of science had been opened andclose again."Wow, that was amazing," Bastello said, "I
subdivided. Art found new and creative ways to bemean, I've seen some flowers do some crazy things,
expressed. The ways of the people became notbut that was absolutely brilliant.""Seven thousand lines
necessarily simple, but all directed towards fulfilling theof altered genes, my friend," Casva said, tapping his
passion of the heart, the creativitiy of the mind.Bastelloher computer, "There are billions I have yet to tap in
walked with his/her lover Rols, gently trotting acrossto.""I have not seen anything so beautiful in all my
the otherwise untouched cobblestone. As they passedyears," Rols said."Yeap," Casva replied, "It takes 12
by a housing unit, they hear some shouting. It was theirhours of the solar panel being charged just to get two
friend Casva. "Hey, Bastello! Rols! I've got somethingminutes. I'm trying to reduce that time without harming
you want to see!""We're comin'!" Bastello hollered.the abilities of the plant.""You know, Casva," Bastello
Technology had become molded with biology in thissaid, "Several hundred years ago, toiling with things like
era, and many bodies included implants that helpedgenetics was considered a social violation. It was
boost immunity, strength, and other basicconsidered heresy, playing as god, to do what you've
functioning."What do you have for us, Casva?" Rolsdone.""Oh, I know," Casva replied, "And only a few
asked once the two were inside the housing unit ofhundred years earlier than that, it was considered
their comrade."My newest creation," s/he replied, "Areheresy to paint a picture of something that didn't
you looking?""The flower?" Bastello asked, "Whatinclude angels or god. So many paintings were burned,
about it?""I've been tweaking the genes of it for theso many libraries were leveled. And, if we also want to
past few weeks," Casva sad, "I bought a genedig into the past, you'll remember that what doctors did
manipulation kit at the hobby store. With all the effortwas considered heretical, because everyone thought
I've put into it, I think I've been able to create the mostthat god planned for them a death date -- and
beautiful flower ever." A look at the scene right nowprolonging that date was considered heresy.""Yeah,
would reveal a flower, a computer attached to theyou think people would learn to live and let live," Rols
flower, and a solar panel similarly attached to thesaid, "If it doesn't bother you, don't fuck with it.""I don't
flower. "This solar panel allows me to get more energythink it's that, precisely," Casva said, as he unplugged a
to the flower faster," Casva says, "Sure, sure, it's notfew wires from his/her computer, and then looking up
natural like other hobbyists like, but hey, it gets it fasterto his/her comrades, "Actually, I think it's learning what
to the best part.""So, what do you have to show us?"bothers you and what doesn't bother you. The Nazis
Rols asked, "It's a flower. It's not even open. It's verycould actually argue that, by letting the Jews live in
much closed.""Okay, watch this," Casva replies. S/Hepeace, they were being bothered. Homophobes of the
turns to his/her computer and presses a few keys,early 20th century argued that by allowing
and then flips three switches attached to the solarHomosexuals to live in peace, they were being
panel.With all that, the flower bloomed. It was a rose,bothered. You wouldn't think it at first, but the 'sanctity
but not any ordinary rose. The petals started to shift inof marriage' has just about the same foundation as
color, twisting and turning into oranges, purples, greens,the 'sanctity of the white race.' Most of the time, it is
blues, yellows, the colors moving in and out much likethe persecutor whose psychology is, in fact, not much
waves would smash in the ocean. The psychedelicmore grown from when he was perhaps three or four
colors of the flower molded, morphed, grew, rose,years ago. It is the fault of the persecutor to harbor
shrunk, and receded. But, just as they had managed tothe sick ideas of oppression -- not the fault of the
be amazed entirely by this one spectacle of theoppressed to fight back."
flower, something else happened. It started to turn. TheLife,Punkerslut (or Andy Carloff) has been writing
head of the flower was turning at at utmostly slowessays and poetry on social issues which have caught
pace, adding to the immense beauty of the plant,his attention for several years. His website provides a
allowing others to afford a greater appreciation of itscomplete list of all of these writings. His life experience
colors. And, then something strange happened... Allincludes homelessness, squating in New Orleans and
throughout the room, a sound could be heard. A veryLA, dropping out of high school, getting expelled from
gentle and increasing hum could be heard coming fromcollege for "subversive activities," and a myriad of
the center of the flower. It almost sounded like a choralother revolutionary actions.
voice. Very light. Very gentle. Very delicate. This