My very own monster

Doctor Frankenstein wanted it all, right?  He wanted to do the impossible, to create life, and he did. It just sucks that it became the death of him in the process. I want the same thing. I want to create something that grows beyond my control.  I want to make a thing that humbles me with its power, annoys me with its unwillingness to obey, and frightens me with its potential.  Why?  Because there are boundaries that need pushing, of course, conventions that need offending, and traditions that need to be violated. Frankenstein wasn’t a bad person; he only wanted to push boundaries.  Sure he may have been foolhardy in that he could not have possibly imagined the outcome of his work, but that’s how we learn, how we grow. Through his experience, we grow. Through his life and death, we learn.

So how can one make a Frankenstein?  The obvious answers concern procreation and adoption of pets and so on, but what about an idea?  What about coming up with something that takes on its own life and grows according to environment and input outside of your control?  Think of 4chan or Chatroulette.  Heck, even think of Youtube or Google.  These are example of Frankenstein monsters who have grown, and continue to do so like the unlovely creature itself.  Now, if one could make a monster out of an idea, with no guts or electrodes required, what’s stopping any of us from making monsters?

I think I have one.  It is a baby right now.  Sort of twitching and trying to open its eyes.  It is still slimy and a bit ugly from my handy work, but functioning, and more importantly, growing.  I want it to grow.  I want it to become a gigantic Kraken sized beast.  What if it consumes me?  What if I don’t love it and it hates me, torturing me at every turn with its hideous glare and imposing ubiquity?  Then again, what if it becomes beautiful?  Suppose it grows and flourishes like newly planted forest, or becomes a tool for improving lives that I would never even know existed?  I think it’s worth the risk.  I’ll birth this beast, and watch it carefully in the beginning.  I’ll obsess over it in the early days, and micro manage everything about it.  Then as it grows, I’ll try to maintain as much control as I can knowing it may overtake me one day and become more than I can manage.  I’ll accept whatever fate befalls me, not like that sissy Frankenstein.  My monster is Smalk.