No one knew where I was or what had happened to me, no one ever bothered to find out the state of my genes and I after that night. I became a crippled who was paralyzed from the hip down, ultimately the equivalent of an in-valid. Countless days cycled by after the incident, each filled with boredom, angst, and beautiful liquor. Vodka became my preferred choice of poison. With each sip, I tried to numb all and any feeling I had in my body. I tried to drink any and all delusional thoughts dealing about with my failure away. I tried to drink my wretchedness away. With each sip, I tried to make Jerome Murrow slowly disappear from …show more content…
Vincent Freeman was his name and he was to become the new Jerome Murrow. God had graced this foolish in-valid with multiple crooked teeth, impaired vision, a short and scrawny figure, and disheveled hair. I saw no possible resemblance between us whatsoever, but this guy was to transform into me. I sold him my name and genes so that he could achieve his aspiration of becoming a navigator for Gattaca. While he got the chance to rise in the ranks of Gattaca, I got money in return to keep up with the lifestyle that I had grown accustomed to. It was a two-way beneficial relationship. But truth be told, I was extremely skeptical at first about Vincent was going to pull Jerome off. This was not going to be an easy feat to achieve, but boy did he prove me