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the volunteers are in the armed forces in the United States or of one of our allied countries.

“I wonder how we could round up a few more good men,” he says and looks at the floor as he stands at my office door.

“I think we have enough,” I told him. “The maximum should have been twenty. Would have been more than enough.”

“I thought when you run clinical trials you need many subjects to test. We’re not charting the effects of sunlight on a pansy, here. This is complicated shit. Of all people, you should understand, Edgar,” Samuel stretches his arms and yawns.

“Yeah, I know. I just don’t want any room for failure. There’s not going to be any failed trials as long as I’m running things. Having so many volunteers makes me think you believe we’ll have some mistakes,” I say.

“Even the smartest men in this field of work run on trial and error, Eddy,” he smiles.

“Trial and error on lab rats, maybe.  Not humans,” I stare at him in disbelief.

“What’s the difference?” He asks.

I give him a sour look.

“I believe we can give a few people a new lease on life. I’m going to make some calls. Maybe we can’t get more volunteers who want to work towards the common goal per se, but maybe we could give someone the chance to live and their services will pay for their second chance,” he explains.

“You’re gonna use someone’s will to live to get them to sign up for something while their on breathing machines and heart monitors? Do you have any morals?” I ask him.

“Money talks, doesn’t it, Edgar my friend?”


January 6th, 2030


Mr. Verdante,


I think I’m losing control of my estate. I don’t understand why they haven’t seized it already. Maybe it’s because Reinhardt thinks he still needs me. I don’t know what the future will bring so I’m sending you a special file. I need you to store it in a safe place so it doesn’t fall in the wrong hands. It’s futile that you do this for me. If I ever get the chance I’ll thank you in person. I tried to tell them that this is too dangerous but no one listens. They don’t understand what is at stake.

One wrong calculation would result in a world wide pandemic of uncontrollable genetic change. What type of change that would occur is so beyond the scope ofanyone’s ability to perceive the strength of such projects as these. Reinhardt and his crew have taken over all final decisions. They just have been using me for my expertise. I wanted to bring forth the cure for cancer and an ability to cure over population by giving humans the ability to live in the harsh conditions of Mars, but they don’t care about that. All they say is that it’s too hard and they believe the answer is war. Reinhardt wants to put America back on top as the world power. There’s a better way, I know it, but no one cares or listens. Humans have always wanted stronger weapons, more land, more money, and more sovereignty and it’s not going to change any time soon.

They’re going to regret it. I know Reinhardt isn’t going to hold up his end of the deal. So, when the first one hundred project members are ready, I’m going to make one of them special. All 

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