Firstling

At first there was silence.

The air in the operation room was thick with anxiety. It seemed that even the electronic machinery hold it’s breath. Suddenly with a burst, the baby cry filled the room.

The team of professionals present remained silent but the inner euphoria and excitement was given away by shaky gestures and rapidly blinking.

Measurements were made and every detail registered. 
The fierceness with which the baby cried was a remarkable display of will to live.

Little attention was given to the mother, who died during labor. It’s life was nothing if compared to the miracle of bringing this new being to life. More than 200 candidates were impregnated with a cloned egg, and only this one survived the entire process.

The human race, extinct long ago, was live again. Thanks to years of research and technology development, the scientists have managed to create a viable egg from the sample of human DNA found decades ago.

The miracle of life, however, did not last very long. 
It lasted seven minutes to be precise.

Science had come a long way, but lungs still posed an incredible challenge.
How ironic it is that the most difficult aspect to recreate in the lab is the breath of life.

The homo sapiens, an ancestor so notorious and at the same time almost forgotten, would have to wait a bit more before it could walk on this earth with it’s offspring.

The rest is silence.

PS: This short story was inspired by this article: https://longreads.com/2017/03/24/the-sense-of-an-endling

PS2: An endling is an individual that is the last of its species or subspecies. Once the endling dies, the species becomes extinct. There is no word, however, to describe the first individual of a species to be de-extincted. Firstling, is my attempt to fill this blank space in the English vocabulary.