Who; Regan Donovan and Open. When; Monday, December 29. Around noon. Where; The Innovo Museum, the top floor. Rating; TBA. Likely around the PG-13 range because...Regan <<;. Summary; Regan spends her lunch break brushing up on her history in the Art District.
There was nothing about the Innovo Museum that Regan enjoyed, though it was the one place in the city that seemed to expect that of its visitors. White on the inside and out, the architecture dictated that you simply had to attend to the various displays inside or be bored out of your mind. Regan had seen nearly all of them on one lunch break or another, like this one, and though they had failed to impress her, there was something riveting about the past--especially the primitive past. That brand of past was one that Regan could at least start to understand.
It was in the dinosaur displays, the sprawling galleries that showcased predators of the ice ages, but most of all it was in the hunched wax figures of humanity's ancestors: proof that earth had once spawned a functioning machine, a machine that had for whatever reason, chosen to cling to an evolutionary mistake that had in effect separated what made one a human or an animal. All in how they had defined he world, anyway. But with the government prescribing breeding programs and genetic unions--what was it that really separated them from cattle anymore?
Regan never thought about it for long. Outside in the cold winter air, she had watched instead how the emotions of the city unfolded as another set of matches had been revealed. And then she had come inside, pressed more to avoid the crowd than she was longing for something familiar. And she hadn't chosen familiarity at all, but instead the display that those in the city ignored most. The chronicle of their near doom. Regan's eyes fell on the tattered cloth of what looked like a young child's school uniform. The accompanying article told of his misfortune, but Regan never made it past the second line.
It failed to stir her, and that alone was enough to make her feel on par with God. She placed her hand flat against the glass of the display that protected the child's clothing. After all, hadn't God destroyed cities without blinking an eye, all the while understanding that you have come from me, but you are not me?