Apomixis

a novel by Michael Richard Haboush (777)




In botany, apomixis is asexual reproduction, without fertilization and modified meiosis.The modified meiosis caused seeds that are genetically identical to the parent plant. Although the evolutionary advantages of sexual reproduction are lost, apomixis does pass along traits fortuitous for individual evolutionary fitness. A unique example of male apomixis has recently been discovered in the Saharan Cypress, Cupressus dupreziana, where the seeds are derived entirely from the pollen with no genetic contribution from the female "parent" (Pichot, et al., 2000, 2001). Definition by Wikipedia.

Chapter 1

Dead, dead, dead. It's August 26th, 1990, and its 12:01 a.m., and I'm not dead yet. I mean, I know it's exactly one minute after midnight. I've been waiting for this minute for my whole life, and it's here. It's not what I expected, but life never is, ya know? I know it's 12:01 because I just looked over at the cheap beeper I stole from Greg a few days ago and saw the black LCD readout on its tennis ball yellow bed. No white light, no angels, no heavenly music. Typical. Just silence. I can hear the heavy breathing coming from my own lips as I lie in the otherwise pitch black room. I've reached 26. This wasn't supposed to happen. All my worries, my prophesy, my obsession, and it didn't come true. What fuckin' now? I'm on the floor because there is no furniture. But I really don't care, I got other things and it makes things easier to check out. Its warm and kind of humid and I feel a little sticky. My body is tight from working out. What a waste to work out and have six-pack abs when you'll be dead. I do alot of shit that doesn't make sense, though. So does almost everyone else I know. I just don't tell them usually, 'cause where is it gonna get me? Nowhere, and I'm already there. I'm still here and it's 12:02. I feel warm breath on my neck and feel the bristles scratching the left side of my chin. Dino is licking my ear but I don't respond, I'm too busy thinking and staring into the darkness. I'm too wrapped up in my own shit. I'm alive, it fuckin' figures. Nothing ever goes my way. It's a wonder I 'm not fuckin' crazy. Crazier I mean. 12:03. Gotta make a plan. Gotta reproduce myself into something else.