Evolution stories

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Since CelticMuscle's original thread completely derailed, I figured I'd move the original content here.

Originally Posted by CelticMuscle

Back in 1931, an author called Edmond Hamilton wrote a short story called "The Man who Evolved" and told of a scientist who had worked out that evolution was controlled by cosmic radiation and so came to the conclusion "What would happen if that radiation was concentrated into a single area?" and so built a contraption to do just that and being the erstwhile scientist tested it on himself with two other scientists as witnesses. He did the evolution in fifty million year doses (about 15 minutes) and the first one would appeal to a lot of members here:

Some choice excerpts from the story:

Pollard stood inside the cube, staggering as though still dazed by the impact of the experience, but he was not the Pollard who had entered the chamber! He was transfigured, godlike! His body had literally expanded into a great figure of such physical power and beauty as we had not imagined could exist! He was many inches taller and broader, his skin a clear pink, every limb and muscle molded as though by some master sculptor.

The greatest change, though, was in his face. Pollard's homely, good-humored features were gone, replaced by a face whose perfectly-cut features held the stamp of immense intellectual power that shone almost overpoweringly from the dear dark eyes. It was not Pollard who stood before us, I told myself, but a being as far above us as the most advanced man of today is above the troglodyte!

He was stepping out of the cube and his voice reached our ears, clear and bell-like, triumphant.

"You see? It worked as I knew it would work! I'm fifty million years ahead of the rest of humanity in evolutionary development!"

"Pollard!" My lips moved with difficulty. "Pollard, this is terrible?this change?"

His radiant eyes flashed. "Terrible? It's wonderful! Do you two realize what I now am, can you realize it? This body of mine is the kind of body all men will have in fifty million years, and the brain inside it is a brain fifty million years ahead of yours in development!"

"I can destroy all life on this earth from this room, if I desire. I can construct a telescope that will allow me to look on the planets the farthest galaxies! I can send my mind forth to make contact with other minds without the slightest material connection. And you think it terrible that I should rule your race! I will not rule them, I will own them and this planet as you might own a farm and animals!"

"You couldn't!" I cried. "Pollard, if there is anything of Pollard left in you, give up that thought! We'll kill you ourselves before we'll let you start a monstrous rule of men!"

"We will--by God, we will!" Dutton cried, his face twitching.

We had started desperately forward toward the great head but stopped suddenly in our tracks as his great eyes met ours. I found myself walking backward to where I had stood, walking back and Dutton with me, like two automatons.

"So you two would try to kill me? Why, I could direct you without a word to kill yourselves and you'd do so in an instant! What chance has your puny will and brain against mine? And what chance will all the force of men have against me when a glance from me will make them puppets of my will?"

The story then goes off in a weird direction, but one of our talented authors could do amazing things with this premise.

Any takers? More than one would be great, I think. :-)

[CelticMuscle]

Did it get derailed? I thought it did exactly as planned and prompted a discussion about the forum's name.

[BigBen]

Agreed, someone like JayPat could take this idea and make a great story if he so wishes.

[V.R.Goh]

Celtic, I think by "derailed," it's implied that the central topic was, not evolution itself, but male muscle.

That said, I could probably think of a way that this little story seed can grow. Maybe the subject of this experiment would be tempted to enslave "lesser" humans. After all, he would be fifty millions years ahead of the rest of humanity. Why shouldn't he take his "rightful place" as ruler of the world? I could see him combating this darker nature with a desire to help humanity, to guide them toward world peace as a benevolent mystery figure.

Or, he could spend eternity jerking off to his blindingly handsome face and perfectly carved mega-muscles. Who knows?