Medvedev Dmitriy: http://www.proza.ru/2012/08/29/1062
The body evolved with rising speed, and now the new batch of stem cells was getting ready to choose their future profession. The friends had gathered and discussed actively who wants to become what, after the final shaping. Someone dreamt of the armed forces of the immune system, someone intends to major in nutrition in the digestive tract, someone wishes to heal the body through joining the lymph. But one cell shared her modest plans about becoming a nevus. All around her were speechless from the sudden statement.
“Who, again?” Some cells asked cautiously.
“Well, a birth mark or a beauty spot,” others clarified in hushed voices.
After becoming the center of general attention, the modest one grew quiet and said no more.
“Very interesting,” stated the future representative of nervous endings. “What brought on this unusual choice?”
“Oh, it’s a very interesting area,” the dreamer of being a beauty spot lighted up. “Unusual development, lovely color, any shape you can think of and you can choose a place with a view. Nothing like the other systems, where everything is concealed, boring and planned from cradle to tomb.
“Maybe you mean the covering tissue?” The future grey cardinal of the endocrine glands offered a reasonable alternative.
“No way!” The cell protested, assured in its righteousness. “I want to be a mole and nothing else, I’ve been thinking about it for very long, even found myself those of similar mind. We have our circle, common interests, and we understand each other like nobody else. I’m happy with it, and is there any harm for anyone?”
“Maybe no harm,” the future brain cells said carefully, “but you limit your own world, separating from old friends and the needs of the general organism. Maybe you should join the muscles, where the strength lies, or the ligaments, who hold us together?”
“I’m a creative person and I’ll make your word more beautiful,” the little opportunist stood its ground. “So you’ll just break any contact with me only due to my ideological choice?”
“Surely not!” The future nerves became nervous. “We respect your faith.”
“You’ll always be in our hearts, and we’ll always keep contact with you,” the cardio-vascular cells assured cordially.
“But what about your descendants?” The future member of the reproductive system wondered.
“They’ll be a part of the mole as well,” the arguing cell assured. “We’ll create our society and will grow upon the whole of the body, giving it beauty and extra protection.”
“That’s just horrible,” the cells meant to become the respiratory system chocked. “You live in denial, which can harm the whole organism.”
“You don’t understand anything,” the future birth-mark cell felt hurt. “Why don’t you come to our gathering, talk to the others? You just might understand the whole idea of alternative development and will join our flow.”
The stem cells broke into a passionate argument again, making it personal now, calling the beauty spot a parasite and a mole in their midst. The other proved that the body keeps nothing that it doesn’t need, and her choice is no worse than that of the rest of them. And one day, the others will realize that they were wrong, and will leave the forced frames, using their full potential. That’s when each cell will be free in its development and the whole organism will bloom in the perfect uniqueness of its structure.
Misunderstood by her ex-friends, she left to build a better world, looking for support among the new cells, being happy and with great plans for the future. A birth mark is just a beginning, all she needed was to find more supporters for the new stream. She was unfaltering in her faith.