"Those who forget the past are condemned to repeat it..."
-George Santayana
April 24th, 2017
Proffesor Phillip Wade stood by his table. He pottered around with a test tube, adding this liquid to that, as if he were a school science proffesor. One could easily picture him doing this while telling a class of bored teenagers to sit back down in their seats, or stop squealing at that half-opened sheep eyeball.
Wade was doing anything but.
Wade was deep in the London-based overseas branch laboratories of the United States militaries chief weapons and tech manufacturing agency, the Defence Advanced Research Projects Agency, or DARPA for short. He was working on something big.
Very big.
If the project that Wade was working on was perfected, and mass produced for the United States and it's allies, there would be no more wars. Only Wade, his science team, the head of DARPA and the President of the United states himself knew about the project.
For those who knew, the project had been callsigned "Project Zed".
So far as anybody else was concerned, this project didn't exist.
And so, Wade toiled on, before finally he held up a glass beaker, smiling triumphantly.
'It's ready,' he said, staring at the murky green liquid that swelled around the glass. Wade sat the glass on the table, and walked over to a cupboard in the corner of the lab. He opened the door, and pulled out a draw containing several evenly assorted syringes of varying sizes and lengths. Wade collected one, and walked back over to the table.
Wade reached under the table and opened up another drawer, revealing rows of sharpened, menacing looking needles. Wade reached in and grabbed one, before shutting the draw, and placing the needle on the table next to the beaker.
Wade then reached over to the beaker, before pouring it in the open syringe. After looking in the syringe, convincing himself it was the right amount, he grabbed the needle and twisted it into place in the gap where he had poured the strange mixture.
All of a sudden, a loud smash! sounded as the beaker that held the rest of the liquid fell off the table. Wade yelped, his arms jerking upward, causing the syringe to fall backwards out of his hand.
The needle of the syringe dug into Wade's arm, causing him to yell even louder. He stared at the syringe for a moment, before ripping it out of his arm, leaving a tiny hole, no bigger than a common fly, in the sleeve of his lab vest.
'Shit,' said Wade. 'Oh christ, I have to leave, now, now,' he murmered to himself madly. He stumbled over to the exit door, on the other side of the room, suddenly overcome by a wave of dizziness.
Wade thumped against the doorway, feeling extremely faint. Waid rubbed his forehead, and brought his hand down in front of his face to find that he was sweating profusely. He rattled at the doorknob, half using it to hold himself up. He was barely able to keep up the weight of his own weakened body.
'Shit!' Waid cried in a harsh whisper, too tired to use his voice, as he realised he'd left the lab keys back on the table, over on the other side of the lab.
Before Waid could make it there though, he found himself collapsed on the floor. Waid crawled towards the nearest wall, and propped himself up against it.
Without the sound of crawling to distract him,Waid now noticed that he was now breathing extremely heavily, his chest rising and falling much more than it should.
Waid's head slumped onto his right shoulder, putting his pierced arm in his direct line of vision. Waid suddenly had an urge to see his arm, and so he gingerly pulled up his right sleeve.
As soon as he had done this, Waid found himself regretting it.
The area around the stab mark had gone a disgusting shade of black, and every vein looked as though it had been coloured by a marker pen. The blackness was all contrasted by how pale Waid's arm had gone. It was a perfect shade of white.
As a human being, this would be the last thing Waid ever saw.
Because exactly three seconds later, Waid's body spasmed a total of three times, before he froze in position, completely, utterly and unarguably,
dead.
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