![]() ![]() Before you object, consider it one last night to think things over and maybe we can think where you can be safe and keep your ‘friend’ secure.” Matt began to shake his head no, but he couldn’t resist both his friends nagging. Any kind of negative emotional response can trigger the transformation, I simply cant risk going out in the open.” Matt began to walk to his office when Suzanne grabbed his shoulder. ![]() “Someday Rick, but until then I have to isolate myself. “Don’t say that Matt, we might be able to find a cure someday.” Rick said as Matt got up from looking at Mickey. “I’m sorry pal, I wish I could make you feel better, but it seems you and I are cursed.” Mickey and I are the only ones who will have to live with the effects of my failure.” Matt lowered his face to the cage that Rick was holding, the cage that held Mickey. “Matt?” Suzanne asked seeing the grave expression on his face. Calling a lab janitor to quickly dispose of the bag, Matt went outside the lab, giving it one last look, and then went down the hall to meet with Rick and Suzanne. Taking out every sample, Matt took it to a biohazard waste basket and dumped the tubes. The files were purged, the chair in pieces…now to destroy the hormone. Finally there stood only the refrigeration unit. Stepping out he went to work taking apart the delivery chair, each piece falling to the ground…compounding his failure. Matt typed in the security commands and deleted his files on the experiment. Matt strode inside the control room, looking at his creation through plated glass. The refrigeration unit that held his experimental hormone treatment, still holding the keys to hell on earth. The macrocomputers still calculated, the Gamma Emitters still stood still, awaiting to unleash their rays of radiation upon another poor soul. He had thought himself so smart, he had known so much that he could tamper with the forces of nature. Their it stood, the chair that had made him into this thing. Matt stood leaning against the metal wall. For the truth is that we humans are all Jekyll and Hyde creatures, and the monster within each of us is always striving to take over.” – Paul Johnson- Jun. Our ultimate fate would be too horrible to contemplate. Morally we would become nothing better than a species of fantastically clever monkeys. “… by cutting the umbilical cord with God, our source of ethical vitality would be gone.
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