genetic modifiers that were at play so uncharted that
many of the first generations included deformities and uncontrollably
dispositions of almost pure evil."
The question I had wanted answered she had dodged thus far
with the long winded explanation of how we had arrived through science, but I
wanted to know about me personally. Time had to be given to see if she knew the
truth about my origin. Rubbing my chin, I listened intently as she explained.
"Chadron was brought in when the project stalled after
the first few cycles of creations were deemed failures. Dropping Bayne or his
brood would do short term damage in confined or limited use, but those
monstrosities standout and have inherit weaknesses that make them very limited.
Eventually, the threat would die down and life would stabilize. The government
wanted to ultimately have a monster that looked and acted like a human. The
evil they desired to create would appear to be like the average citizen of the
target country."
Joining Veronica at the window, our hands inadvertently
brushed. A shiver ran down my spine, not of fear, but of attraction. I shook it
off or tried, but damn it was hard because she was so fucking beautiful. Even
her smell of cinnamon was warm and disarming. I felt myself lingering on
thoughts of touching her exquisite face. Slowly, my hand inched without regard
for my commands until almost even with her shoulder, suddenly I stopped.
Deciding for safety and sanity, I needed to cool any thoughts about her. I
scanned the world on the other side of the glass.
Pointing out the window at a series of muscular young men on
patrol, Veronica seemed different, older than when we were in the forest
together. "Once we were alive, living, like those
soldiers out there on the street. We were young men and women with
families and bright futures and in an instant, for whatever reason, were
suddenly and with finality gone. Ethan, we have been given a second chance at
life. We are all so very, fortunate. To be selected is so rare. Chadron only
uses the healthy and the young who have recently been deceased. We were
selected because of scarcity of our genes and made into something even more uniquely
beautiful with the chance of immortality."
Still looking out at the street long after the soldiers
passed, I drew a deep breath as I dealt with how the facts of my own demise
must be buried somewhere deep in my mind.
Veronica could tell the thought must have been burdening me.
"You can't remember because your thoughts were stripped away. The ones
that make you remember who you were. And whoever you once were is a fractured
image that no longer works. The government and Chadron go to great lengths to make
you forget you were human. They say it makes you that much more lethal since
you can't sympathize with your assignments."
"Oh". My head felt so heavy.
Turning from the window, Veronica rested her back against
the frame. Briefly, I thought I saw a tear, but must have been mistaken.
The nearby construction in the building had all but stopped
except for the random banging of a hammer. Left to the quiet, we had to deal
with the uneasiness of trying to forget the past as well as deal with our
resurrections.
Already shaking, head bowed, I knew it was time to find out
the difficult answers. "Veronica, you may not want to tell me more, but I
have to know everything. Please don't deny me a chance to find out who I have
become."
"Ok," she said.
She walked away toward a small card table to rearrange an
old deck that had long since been forgotten there. "Nanites are introduced
into the bloodstream. These tiny devices alter the DNA inside of us while
others provide a more efficient means to get the virus into our nervous system,
but more importantly the devices are used to control us. With a single flip of
a switch, we can all be rendered into dust. It provides them with a failsafe.
The older ones were controlled by brute force, but technology has made the
whole issue of death very
many of the first generations included deformities and uncontrollably
dispositions of almost pure evil."
The question I had wanted answered she had dodged thus far
with the long winded explanation of how we had arrived through science, but I
wanted to know about me personally. Time had to be given to see if she knew the
truth about my origin. Rubbing my chin, I listened intently as she explained.
"Chadron was brought in when the project stalled after
the first few cycles of creations were deemed failures. Dropping Bayne or his
brood would do short term damage in confined or limited use, but those
monstrosities standout and have inherit weaknesses that make them very limited.
Eventually, the threat would die down and life would stabilize. The government
wanted to ultimately have a monster that looked and acted like a human. The
evil they desired to create would appear to be like the average citizen of the
target country."
Joining Veronica at the window, our hands inadvertently
brushed. A shiver ran down my spine, not of fear, but of attraction. I shook it
off or tried, but damn it was hard because she was so fucking beautiful. Even
her smell of cinnamon was warm and disarming. I felt myself lingering on
thoughts of touching her exquisite face. Slowly, my hand inched without regard
for my commands until almost even with her shoulder, suddenly I stopped.
Deciding for safety and sanity, I needed to cool any thoughts about her. I
scanned the world on the other side of the glass.
Pointing out the window at a series of muscular young men on
patrol, Veronica seemed different, older than when we were in the forest
together. "Once we were alive, living, like those
soldiers out there on the street. We were young men and women with
families and bright futures and in an instant, for whatever reason, were
suddenly and with finality gone. Ethan, we have been given a second chance at
life. We are all so very, fortunate. To be selected is so rare. Chadron only
uses the healthy and the young who have recently been deceased. We were
selected because of scarcity of our genes and made into something even more uniquely
beautiful with the chance of immortality."
Still looking out at the street long after the soldiers
passed, I drew a deep breath as I dealt with how the facts of my own demise
must be buried somewhere deep in my mind.
Veronica could tell the thought must have been burdening me.
"You can't remember because your thoughts were stripped away. The ones
that make you remember who you were. And whoever you once were is a fractured
image that no longer works. The government and Chadron go to great lengths to make
you forget you were human. They say it makes you that much more lethal since
you can't sympathize with your assignments."
"Oh". My head felt so heavy.
Turning from the window, Veronica rested her back against
the frame. Briefly, I thought I saw a tear, but must have been mistaken.
The nearby construction in the building had all but stopped
except for the random banging of a hammer. Left to the quiet, we had to deal
with the uneasiness of trying to forget the past as well as deal with our
resurrections.
Already shaking, head bowed, I knew it was time to find out
the difficult answers. "Veronica, you may not want to tell me more, but I
have to know everything. Please don't deny me a chance to find out who I have
become."
"Ok," she said.
She walked away toward a small card table to rearrange an
old deck that had long since been forgotten there. "Nanites are introduced
into the bloodstream. These tiny devices alter the DNA inside of us while
others provide a more efficient means to get the virus into our nervous system,
but more importantly the devices are used to control us. With a single flip of
a switch, we can all be rendered into dust. It provides them with a failsafe.
The older ones were controlled by brute force, but technology has made the
whole issue of death very
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