What started as a silly, sophomoric, pseudo-science project has become so much more. As the ultimate culmination of my scientific curiosities, artistic inclination and whimsical thinking, Adam has been a resounding success. The results of this experiment, if it ever really had been such a thing, are disappointing to the part of my imagination that first dreamt up this whole thing. The scientist in me is not at all surprised. The artist is beside himself with satisfaction and a sense of accomplishment. I stopped taking care of Adam many months ago. Around the time he began evaporating beyond my control due to humidity, I more or less gave up on him. That was probably when I should have been adding fresh blood and semen to him the most, but instead I put him away in a dark cabinet and didn't look at him more than three times within twice as many months. The original feeling out of which Adam was born, loneliness, no longer drove me at that point. Adam had served his purpose to that end, providing me with a de facto companion and an engrossing hobby while I endured the overwhelming pain of feeling completely alone. When my life seemed to be turning around, I no longer needed Adam in that regard.
Over the course of the year in which Adam was created, grew and eventually met his demise, his creator has seen a lot of changes. I'm a different person from who I was when I first ejaculated onto that little speck of dried blood in a plastic cup. Orignally, this was presented to the world as a scientific proceeding and I wasn't including very much editorialization or insight into my personal life. This project, however, has always been very personal to me. I chose only to share the aspects of it that were pragmatic and impersonal, including very little true emotion in the reports I gave. This isn't terribly relevant to the project as a whole, I just feel that I may have misrepresented my intentions originally by presenting this as something that it never was or could ever have been.Adam has met an end that none of us will be able to avoid. Part of my intention with this project was to create something as unhuman as possible and see just how human it could become. I did not ever really expect to achieve this in a biological sense. I do feel, however, that I pulled it off in some regards. Adam quickly became human to me, even if his form was composed entirely of dead material that never showed any signs of promising change or developing life.
I equally neglected any other jar that I'd ever discussed here and they've all turned out the same more or less; dry, brown/green crust at the bottom of a dusty jar. The mold colony jar, unlike the other two, has changed. That was one that I'd never had much of a grasp on from the beginning, though, because it underwent changes too quickly and too often.
Feel free to draw your own conclusions about what any of this means. It has meant a lot to me and still does. Even after I thought I'd moved on from it, the existance of the jars still lent me the occasional comfort. I'm not ready to wash the jars out yet and move on to new projects, but I'm sure that I will eventually. If I've been able to provide you with amusement or entertainment, if not new ideas or emotions, it has been my pleasure to be whatever you needed this to be.
If I ever feel so compelled, I may continue to post updates on other Adam-related things that I'm doing. There are similar projects that I've been carrying out parallel to Adam, but I've always been reluctant to share them. Depending on the response, I'll continue to post sporratically about the various other jars that I keep. Thanks to everyone for sticking with me. Thanks to the people who supported me and were interested in what I was doing. Thanks also to everyone who called me stupid.
