SLT-1845

It was time.

As you walk through your lab, you listen to the machines hum, spin, and whir in the background—their mechanical symphony playing in time to your steps across the polished floor. All the surrounding space seemed to rejoice together as the moment of your retribution grew nigh. For too long, you had stood in the shadows of your peers as they mocked you and your work. Now though, you could hold your head high as you proved them all wrong.

Years ago when you were a young scientist, and writing your paper on the structure of the DNA strand, you came up with a very simple idea. What if you could introduce a virus that could mutate when exposed to certain chemicals? What if on the fly we could create a disease that could cause several physical changes in the subject?

Hair Loss? Solved. Obesity? A thing of the past. Infertility? Taken care of.

Take it one step further though? Think of the military applications.

An army riddled with arthritis. A platoon dropped dead because of pulmonary disease. An entire enemy country is being brought to its knees with just a few tweaks.

You were no fool, though. You knew this needed to be tested. To be studied. After all, what if it got into the wrong hands? What if it had unwarranted side effects? What if the changes were only limited? So many what-ifs, and so little time to study them all.

What you needed was a control group.

Somewhere where you could test your theories on people with little outside interference. Someone who could see your vision of the future and aid you with it. In the years that followed your dismissal from your lab, you tried to find someone that could align their goals with yours. You had lost all hope until that fateful day when an envelope slid under your apartment door.

The thick envelope was like a sign from God. Inside there were several $100 bills, an offer letter, and a business card for the CHOYA group. Doing some due diligence, you discovered that there wasn’t much to find out about them. They only invested in select projects and had interests in medical and biological experiments all across the world.

Now they had selected you to carry on your research.

After a quick phone call, a flight, and a car ride to their location, you received clearance to one of the best facilities on the planet. All the money and equipment you needed was just a phone call away. It was like living the dream. Your mind was finally free to look into any subject that you wanted to.

Naturally, they turned to the more perverse. With the research that you had amassed, you could create anything you wanted to, and people would pay good money for it. Housewives could have their breasts done without all the hard silicone. Men would pay millions for a dick treatment that worked. The human form would be yours to mold like clay.

All you needed now was a subject.

This morning, you had finally received clearance to begin the studies that you wanted to perform. We had scouted subjects; we prepared our facilities, and handlers were being assigned. All that was needed was a signature, and the first dose of your virus to be introduced.

Now you only have to choose.