TWO years ago...
To my fellow scientists,
Feel free to toss this letter into the fire, my friends. Just note that you will be missing out on some very vital information. For it is not over, nothing is ever really over.
Let me remind you what our aim was and how much we utterly failed in achieving that aim.
Our aim was to design and create a new generation of perfect human beings. This included using any means possible to provide both physical and mental advantages to a group of a thousand or so children that would never be missed. This was done by mainly manipulating their gene pools, biochemistry and nervous systems. However, the entire genetics factor was easy. The problem was finding the right children to perform the experiments on, right? Indeed, we looked long and hard for these children. The ones that fit immaculately into the criteria. We found them abandoned off the streets; we adopted them when they were sobbing miserably in the foster homes; we used our own hormones to create potentially flawless children; goodness, we even bought some of them off high horsed snobs of the wealthier part of society. Then, of course, not only did we care for them, but we evolved them into something better. Sure, several of them never made it to the other side. But with such wonderful beings being made as a result, there must be some sacrifices. No?
However, none of the experiments truly resulted in the creation of any perfect human being. Yes, there were plenty of successes... but they also had their defects. None of them really met the mark of the impeccable... and that was our problem. We strove for something that did not exist - perfection.
Call me a philosopher if you like, but our blind need to find something non-existent was what caused us to stumble in our race to the finish line. This stumble costed us. That's what got the cops coming. Yes. You all remember the memorable day, don't you? The top chiefs came in: demanding order; spouting words of justice. They took many of us down, but there were also many of us that outsmarted them. To those left - those who escaped - I am writing this to you.
A group of co-workers and I have managed to not only escape and find a safe haven but additionally rescue a hundred or so children from the aftermath. Do not fret, however. They know their situation well. We've taught them that there is no where for "freaks" like them to go in the outside world, they will obediently stay with us... they ought to be thankful that we saved them, improved them and still bother to extend our care to them, shouldn't they?
Moreover, our group has decided to take things into action. With our remaining sector and group of children, we have decided to open what we would like to ultimately call the Nocturne Theatre. Catchy, huh? I thought of it myself. The entertainment company will be an underground circus - perhaps we will considering extending out of state - otherwise, nothing more, nothing less. The advertisements will be posted to our underground neighbours, and posted to the underground marketers for further awareness. The only catch is that the performers will be the children, always will be and solely the children. What would be the work for us? Perhaps boring tasks involving management, but the money that we would make from this will be enormous. All our work would not have been for nothing. We can still continue our original aim. There will be no doubt. Have I ever failed you before?
Didn't think so.
Further details of our plans is attached to this letter. I look forward to your responses ladies and gentlemen.
Feel free to toss this letter into the fire, my friends. Just note that you will be missing out on some very vital information. For it is not over, nothing is ever really over.
Let me remind you what our aim was and how much we utterly failed in achieving that aim.
Our aim was to design and create a new generation of perfect human beings. This included using any means possible to provide both physical and mental advantages to a group of a thousand or so children that would never be missed. This was done by mainly manipulating their gene pools, biochemistry and nervous systems. However, the entire genetics factor was easy. The problem was finding the right children to perform the experiments on, right? Indeed, we looked long and hard for these children. The ones that fit immaculately into the criteria. We found them abandoned off the streets; we adopted them when they were sobbing miserably in the foster homes; we used our own hormones to create potentially flawless children; goodness, we even bought some of them off high horsed snobs of the wealthier part of society. Then, of course, not only did we care for them, but we evolved them into something better. Sure, several of them never made it to the other side. But with such wonderful beings being made as a result, there must be some sacrifices. No?
However, none of the experiments truly resulted in the creation of any perfect human being. Yes, there were plenty of successes... but they also had their defects. None of them really met the mark of the impeccable... and that was our problem. We strove for something that did not exist - perfection.
Call me a philosopher if you like, but our blind need to find something non-existent was what caused us to stumble in our race to the finish line. This stumble costed us. That's what got the cops coming. Yes. You all remember the memorable day, don't you? The top chiefs came in: demanding order; spouting words of justice. They took many of us down, but there were also many of us that outsmarted them. To those left - those who escaped - I am writing this to you.
A group of co-workers and I have managed to not only escape and find a safe haven but additionally rescue a hundred or so children from the aftermath. Do not fret, however. They know their situation well. We've taught them that there is no where for "freaks" like them to go in the outside world, they will obediently stay with us... they ought to be thankful that we saved them, improved them and still bother to extend our care to them, shouldn't they?
Moreover, our group has decided to take things into action. With our remaining sector and group of children, we have decided to open what we would like to ultimately call the Nocturne Theatre. Catchy, huh? I thought of it myself. The entertainment company will be an underground circus - perhaps we will considering extending out of state - otherwise, nothing more, nothing less. The advertisements will be posted to our underground neighbours, and posted to the underground marketers for further awareness. The only catch is that the performers will be the children, always will be and solely the children. What would be the work for us? Perhaps boring tasks involving management, but the money that we would make from this will be enormous. All our work would not have been for nothing. We can still continue our original aim. There will be no doubt. Have I ever failed you before?
Didn't think so.
Further details of our plans is attached to this letter. I look forward to your responses ladies and gentlemen.
From Quartz of the PERFECT division.
TWO YEARS later...
The Nocturne Theatre has now been established, and it has been an outstanding success in the underground entertainment industry.
But now it's our turn to decide their fate. How will the children's act end?
Will they ride on in the underground Hell, or scurry to find a better, happier haven?
Only we can decide.
But now it's our turn to decide their fate. How will the children's act end?
Will they ride on in the underground Hell, or scurry to find a better, happier haven?
Only we can decide.