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Dr. Kyle Benjamin
Senior Biological and Nanotechnology Director
U.S.B.W.I Headquarters
Washington, D.C
29/10/2056 17:53
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If you’re reading this, then you’re standing over the body of mankind’s murderer. Judge my pathetic, shrivelled form as you will, such trivia is beyond me now. Just know that what I did was not intentional, and indeed, I aspired to gift the world with a cure to all diseases, all suffering.

To say that I did not achieve would be unfair. Alzheimer’s, cancer, HIV, TB – I beat them all. Using advances in nanotechnology, spearheaded by my brilliance, I was able to reverse engineer all of humanity’s deadliest killers. Where cancer sought to spread, my specially created viruses sought to contain. When HIV compromised the immune system, then my self-engineered bacteria took the place of the white blood cells, destroying anything it was not programmed to recognise… I could go on, but my accomplishments should be well documented, apocalypse be damned.

If you are here searching for a cure, then I assure you, there is none. The Nano Virus is just too damned smart, and the microscopic AI I programmed it with – though primitive – is able to adapt and adjust to everything we throw at it. I have tried everything, and perhaps given more time, I may have found a way to undo my perfect child, my perfect virus. Alas, it is not to be.

The President is dead. Congress is dead. The Senate is dead. There is no more government, no more military… just piles of rubble, smouldering from our futile attempts to quite literally blow NV773 from the Earth. Suffice to say, the bombs, as you no doubt have realised, fail-

Oh God, great God, I can hear them. They’re in the facility – they’ve quite literally crushed the doors under their weight. Oh, oh no I will not, I will not become one of [i]them[/i]. Never. My creation will not claim its master, to walk in its mindless ranks, a parody and an insult to his former being. No. I will die here, by my own hand, that much power I still hold. 

A final act of nobility, testament to my good nature; I am releasing test subjects A17 through to Y29. I am setting them free; they have the minds, the chance to create a new world. The virus cannot touch them, it was never programmed to overcome non-humans. They are all my second child, the cutting edge of genetic and bionic research. Such splendid be-

[i]They[/i] are here. Outside the door, I can hear them. Moaning, shrieking, thudding. Baying for my blood, though their dead flesh is beyond the need for sustenance. I am sorry, so sorry. 9 billion souls will curse me from the gates of Heaven, as God sends me down to Hell. It is no more than I deserve, for trying to master a world of infinite complexity. 

Releasing test subjects. Opening interior bulkheads, deactivating security measures. Run, run my children, be free, be free and prosper; upon the ruins of our decimated civilisation, arise a new and do not relent to our folly. 

The door is giving way. I must depart. Farewell. Mother, father, pitty me. Your son has caus-

I love you Sarah. How different things may have been, if I had listened to you and took that job in Mumbai. Oh, so man-

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[i]The last testament of Dr. Kyle Benjamin, Father of NV773.[/i]