I was such a cocky Em-Effer. I thought I had all my shit together. I thought I was so much better than
everyone else. I mean, I was physically strong, I was very well-educated, I ran in the right circles, I knew all the
important people.
But I was wrong.
When I was put on the Eradication Project, I just knew I had made it. I just knew I was going far, and this
was that first step that was going to rocket me into fame and fortune and notoriety. You had to
pass a ridiculously difficult test. You had to have about thirty-seven levels of secret clearance. You had
to have the right mindset and stamina. Not just anyone was chosen for the EP.
Years were spent just in the research phase alone. Nearly a decade we worked together to isolate the
special genes and brain chemistry and chemical makeup. There wasn’t room for mistakes. It had to be
perfect or everything and everyone would be ruined. The world would end. So we took our time, and
we tested, retested, and tested another hundred times, carefully noting the outcomes and side-effects.
Everyone on the team gave blood, I even gave twice, so that we’d have what we needed to make the
comparisons against our test group. We gave blood, saliva, bone marrow, and even cerebrospinal fluid,
and so did out test group–even if they didn’t want to.
We would not be deterred, and we would not let them slow our miracle work.
Fourteen and a half years together as a team, but we finally accomplished what we’d set out to do. It
turns out, that there is a very special chemical makeup of undesirable people–people who murder and
rape and kidnap and abuse others. There’s something just a tiny bit different about them. And thanks
to us, there was also a counteragent. A medication, if you will, for the sickness of humanity. Just a
few drops anywhere on the body and the counteragent would begin to destroy them from the inside
out.
Of course, we all tested the drops on ourselves. There was no point not to. Once we released it into the
atmosphere, any rain or snow or humidity would expose us all anyway. Besides, we were the best of the
best. The creators. What did we have to fear?
I didn’t know they’d chosen a few other undesirable traits. I didn’t know they’d also chosen
egocentricity and narcissism. I’d thought much differently when they asked me multiple
times for more samples. I’d thought I was the alpha, the sample all others would have to measure up to.
I’d thought I was hot shit.
But I was wrong.
