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I’m not going to sit here and tell you that what I do is right. I mean, killing people is a crime. No matter how much you hate a certain section of the populace, there’s no valid, legal reason to work as hard as you can to take them out. The very idea is clinically insane.
I mean, sure, Hitler tried to kill the jews and the Hutus tried to kill the Tsutsis or whoever and the Europeans attempted to kill off the indigenous tribes in North America. There are people that would argue that an invasion and a slaughter by a more advanced group of humans is straight-up evolution.
I don’t agree with those people. I think it’s an insane choice to deliberately and methodically go about destroying a certain section of the populace, as I said above. I don’t think it’s natural and I think it goes beyond evil.
Unfortunately, that’s my job. It's not the killing I enjoy, it's the challenge of the assignments.
I happen to be the best biochemist in the world. Well, I say ‘the best’ but really, after a certain level of expertise, it just all becomes an art form. I work for the US government. I pump out a flu here, a mini-plague there, just to keep the sheep from waking up. Keep ‘em scared, keep ‘em sleeping, keep ‘em entertained. That’s the motto. We’re in the ‘keep-em-scared’ part, along with the ‘terror-du-jour’ and ‘economic chaos’ department.
Did you know that there are people in the economic chaos department that can strategically spend twenty-six dollars and eighteen cents in a corner store and bring about the economic collapse of an entire ten-state region? It’s true. One of them did it for me on a bet.
So here’s the thing. Poison. Anyone can poison one person. Even you. A little draino, some cyanide, whatever.
Kill everyone? No problem. I can make a plague that will kill every living creature that needs to breathe. Easy peasy. It would take me a day to write the formula and a week to get the ingredients. Whatevs.
But what they want me for is what they call the ‘specific tailor’. I am great at taking out pie-wedges of the paying public with my chemical nudges. Slow or fast, I can do it. All that needs to be done is that I need to be able to avoid suspicion. People don’t notice the details.
Now, I mastered identifying separate races a long time ago. The government will never go for it. A plague that only kills white people or only kills Africans or South Americans is too obvious. Oh, I’ve made them, don’t get me wrong. There are jars of death for each major branch of the human race in the safe. They’ll never be used. We need to stay secret.
What I do is ‘whittle’.
For instance, there are no more left-handed redheaded women under the age of fifty anymore. That’s down my ‘Raggedy Ann’ syndrome. The ones that *are* born are born dead. It’s been that way for fifty years. It’ll be that way forever. It’s hard-coded now.
No one noticed.
I can lock on to a subset and take it out. No problem. Airborne contagion, 98 per cent communicability, everyone’s a carrier.
It’s all about population control in secret. Cancer and AIDS were the blunders of understudies. I am a master. No newspaper has ever put it together, no television station has ever noticed. I mean, we’ve got them in our pocket but outside of me, maybe sixteen other people know about this.
This week, I’m working on Ugandan/Hawaiian half-breeds with sickle-cell anemia. A month from now, I’ll take on blue-eyed artistically-inclined Himalayans.
The week after that…….
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I mean, sure, Hitler tried to kill the jews and the Hutus tried to kill the Tsutsis or whoever and the Europeans attempted to kill off the indigenous tribes in North America. There are people that would argue that an invasion and a slaughter by a more advanced group of humans is straight-up evolution.
I don’t agree with those people. I think it’s an insane choice to deliberately and methodically go about destroying a certain section of the populace, as I said above. I don’t think it’s natural and I think it goes beyond evil.
Unfortunately, that’s my job. It's not the killing I enjoy, it's the challenge of the assignments.
I happen to be the best biochemist in the world. Well, I say ‘the best’ but really, after a certain level of expertise, it just all becomes an art form. I work for the US government. I pump out a flu here, a mini-plague there, just to keep the sheep from waking up. Keep ‘em scared, keep ‘em sleeping, keep ‘em entertained. That’s the motto. We’re in the ‘keep-em-scared’ part, along with the ‘terror-du-jour’ and ‘economic chaos’ department.
Did you know that there are people in the economic chaos department that can strategically spend twenty-six dollars and eighteen cents in a corner store and bring about the economic collapse of an entire ten-state region? It’s true. One of them did it for me on a bet.
So here’s the thing. Poison. Anyone can poison one person. Even you. A little draino, some cyanide, whatever.
Kill everyone? No problem. I can make a plague that will kill every living creature that needs to breathe. Easy peasy. It would take me a day to write the formula and a week to get the ingredients. Whatevs.
But what they want me for is what they call the ‘specific tailor’. I am great at taking out pie-wedges of the paying public with my chemical nudges. Slow or fast, I can do it. All that needs to be done is that I need to be able to avoid suspicion. People don’t notice the details.
Now, I mastered identifying separate races a long time ago. The government will never go for it. A plague that only kills white people or only kills Africans or South Americans is too obvious. Oh, I’ve made them, don’t get me wrong. There are jars of death for each major branch of the human race in the safe. They’ll never be used. We need to stay secret.
What I do is ‘whittle’.
For instance, there are no more left-handed redheaded women under the age of fifty anymore. That’s down my ‘Raggedy Ann’ syndrome. The ones that *are* born are born dead. It’s been that way for fifty years. It’ll be that way forever. It’s hard-coded now.
No one noticed.
I can lock on to a subset and take it out. No problem. Airborne contagion, 98 per cent communicability, everyone’s a carrier.
It’s all about population control in secret. Cancer and AIDS were the blunders of understudies. I am a master. No newspaper has ever put it together, no television station has ever noticed. I mean, we’ve got them in our pocket but outside of me, maybe sixteen other people know about this.
This week, I’m working on Ugandan/Hawaiian half-breeds with sickle-cell anemia. A month from now, I’ll take on blue-eyed artistically-inclined Himalayans.
The week after that…….
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