Rex was a supreme athlete. He was lean, strong and sinuous. He was light on his feet, swift when he shot out of the starting blocks, and moved effortlessly as if carried by the wind. A treat to watch. He wasn’t just gifted, he was industrious too. He was the favourite in every race he entered and never disappointed. His hands, feet, head, heart and lungs – every part of him – seemed to know what it takes to win and what needs to be done. Indeed, every cell was trained, aligned and intelligent. They responded to the call for performance unfailingly.

He told himself that he had rigorously trained every square inch of his body to be a winner; every cell knew all that he knew – they had been there all the while, witnessing, shadowing, learning, participating.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t be in all places where he was invited to race. It was physically demanding, and he saw that it was not possible for him to be in many places at the same time. But he wanted to. This desire intensified and became irresistible.

With the help of science, he replicated parts of himself and offered to athletes in other venues that they could substitute their own parts with the replicas and promised performance that matched his own. As an ultimate tribute to his prowess and feeding his dreams and desire to seize all opportunities, he demanded and was dismembered.

The end.

This post first appeared on my LinkedIn page.

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