“It was all very hush-hush; there was a man I had to report to, an MD named Raphael Durgan. He said he was from the USDA, Department of Agriculture, but he didn’t act like it. He acted like an arrogant spymaster, always bragging about being ‘in the black world’ and ‘behind the green door’ and terms like those. I kept my mouth shut and just did the work. It’s what you do when you have a security clearance and you work on secret projects. I just wanted to do the research.”
“What about the containers?” I asked, impatient.
“All but one had human remains in them. One had a whole human head, a woman. The others held half-burned pieces of flesh. One of them had a smaller container inside, that had been opened but was still half-full of a purified virus-like organism in an inert matrix.”
“So that was the Eden Plague?” inquired Zeke.
“No, it was something else. But the human remains were contaminated with the Eden Plague.”
“What about the pure sample?” I asked.
“Let me tell it in my own way, okay sweetie?”
I sat back. She’d called me ‘sweetie.’ I shut up, a stupid grin on my face. The grin faded as I thought further. I didn’t usually react this way to a woman, getting hyper-infatuated. Another side-effect of the Eden Plague? That plus the combat high? Dog my mind worried at its bone.
“After a cursory analysis, it was obvious the plagues were never-before-seen stuff, something new. I reported this to Durgan immediately. Pretty soon the CDC informed me the project was being transferred to Durgan’s company under a privatization initiative. He offered me double what I was making, so I gave my notice right away. Actually I’d have done it for the same pay. I wanted to figure out what we had.”
“So pretty soon I started work at the brand-new lab on Watts Island, along with Roger and Arthur. The government seems to like islands, though technically it was the company’s facility. They can control islands better. We’ve been working there ever since. Almost five years.”
“We started basic testing, deconstruction, gene sequencing on both viruses, plagues. We called them phages or plagues for want of a better term, since they were different from most other viruses, but basically worked the same way. Durgan took our reports, helped a little in the lab, asked some smart questions, but we did all the work. He wouldn’t hire any technicians, so it went slower than it should have. I know now he was more concerned about secrecy than progress. I think he had some notion of cashing in on our discoveries, keeping them from his secret government masters.”
“We got whatever gear we wanted. I hear they paid, what, two million for the island, but the equipment cost ten times as much. More. Nothing but the best. DNA sequencers, electron microscopes, virus incubators, whatever we wanted. And they kept raising our pay, too. We worked like demons. That’s ironic, you’ll hear why soon.”
“So you asked about the pure sample. It was a far simpler virus, or proto-virus, than the other. It acted like a phage, invading whatever cells we gave it and damaging them, but the effects were much more subtle than one would expect. In simple organisms it didn’t have much effect at all. In more complex organisms it kind of degraded everything, every process, but it was very hit or miss, and didn’t seem like a big deal. I’m compressing years of study into minutes here, okay?”
“Also, without getting too deep into why we thought so, it seemed like maybe this virus could be the evolutionary ancestor of all viruses. Virus Zero. So Arthur came up with an idea. We used some powerful modeling software to kind of ‘back out’ the virus and its computed effects from living organisms. We ran the infection process backward in the computer, so to speak, undoing the damage this thing did on our model organisms, all the way up to people, to homo sapiens.”
“You know what we got in our no-virus model? Incredibly healthy people, physically, mentally, emotionally. They were strong, they didn’t get sick, they didn’t get cancer, they didn’t develop mental illness. They had long life spans, at the theoretical limit of telomere degradation and cell division. A thousand years or more. Like Methuselah in the Bible.”
“So imagine Earth before this thing arrived. With no viruses and no degrading effect of this plague, it would be a kind of Eden. Everything more healthy, everything in better balance. Then this plague showed up sometime during the last ten thousand years, before recorded human history but after the Ice Age.”
“Maybe it evolved here, but I just don’t see how. I think it’s extraterrestrial. If anything can survive a naked journey through space to another planet, a virus could. It could be the result of a life-bearing planet being destroyed, the debris scattered through interstellar space carrying it. Or it could be sent from some aliens that wish us harm. What better way to attack another world on the cheap? Biological warfare, like smallpox blankets, or plague corpses catapulted over the castle walls.”
Zeke broke in, “Maybe we want to keep that to ourselves. People will say we’ve been infected by alien viruses and are not human any longer…like we’re pod people or something.”
That stopped Elise for just a moment. “Yeah, right. Shut up about aliens. So anyway we – mostly Roger - made an extremely sophisticated ecological model of our Eden, with humans and animals living in balance, with those long lifespans, with telomeres that didn’t degrade…everything we had learned by the virtual-undoing model. Then we introduced the virtual plague to see what would happen. We ran the infection model forward again.”
“It spread like wildfire, like God’s curse, infecting everything. Living things got degraded, subtly but thoroughly. The higher order the organism, the more it degraded. It affected humans most of all, promoting almost animalistic behavior.”
“The plague reproduced by shedding, leaving all the host cells intact, but with a bunch of mutations and damage to every system in the body. It shortened lifespans, made everyone stupider and weaker, more selfish, more violent, less altruistic and social in their behavior. It also boosted the fertility of both male and female, so it accelerated population explosions, competition for territory. Humans and animals both began overeating, overkilling, gorging on prey, overgrazing land and trees. Killing for sport. Fighting for territory, fighting over mating rights, stopped cooperating. Humans started tribal wars. Everything just went to hell, hell on earth, compared to what went before.”
She rubbed her face with both of her hands. “So we called it the Devil Plague. This devil corrupted our virtual Eden.”
My mind whirled with the implications. Maybe those old stories had a grain of truth in them. The Devil was supposed to have been cast out of heaven, corrupting the Garden of Eden. This was the panspermia scenario’s evil twin; instead of a life-bearing meteorite jump-starting life, it damaged what was already here. I said, “So you believe this is what happened in the real world? Like the model?”
“Actually, yes,” she said. “It makes sense. But by this time Dr. Durgan thought we had a biological weapon we could use. We couldn’t convince him that it wouldn’t work that way. He thought we were holding out on him, so he assigned us those…commissars. Minders. Slave drivers. We couldn’t take vacations, or visit our families. They put those ankle trackers on us, like we were criminals. He thought we were acting like those German nuclear scientists under the Nazis, the ones that slowed down their atomic bomb program…but we weren’t! We would have resisted if it really was a bio-weapon. Ironically, we were being punished for a moral choice we never had to make.”
“So it can’t be weaponized?” asked Vinny.
Arthur spoke up. “No, the Devil Plague wouldn’t do much to anyone now. It has done all the damage it was going to do more than ten thousand years ago. There is a kind of limit. It will only put so much of a load on the physiological system, and then it just stops replicating itself and goes inert. In fact, it’s everywhere even now. You can find it in everything in a dormant state, in low concentrations. It only flares up occasionally, almost at random. And it’s actually fairly easy to generate resistance. In the rea
l world, we demonstrated that every eukaryotic organism on Earth has enough residual immunity to make it just a nuisance disease. No worse than chicken pox. It was a dead end, except as a research subject.”
Elise picked up the thread smoothly. “Yes, it seems like we – humans – got lucky. Developed a certain amount of immunity. So we turned to the Eden Plague. Of course we didn’t call it that then, but once we figured it out, the name was inevitable. But this one is certainly a designed organism, probably by humans. I’d guess the Soviets. They did a lot of research on biologicals, on phages. They have medical phage clinics even now, to treat superbug bacterial infections. Phages to kill bacteria.”
I stuck my hand up like a kid in class. “How come you don’t think the Eden Plague is extraterrestrial too?”
She replied, “Because it looks like it was built directly from the Devil Plague. Genetically engineered with known techniques. You need the poison to design the antidote. That’s the only reason it was even possible, because they had isolated and purified the proto-DP to study it in its non-mutated state.”
“So Durgan was hoping this was his bio-weapon, but it wasn’t. It seemed to us that the Eden Plague was specifically designed to reverse the Devil Plague process. To restore certain organisms – in this case humans – to their former state. And it almost works! With a few years and a billion dollars I’m pretty sure it could be perfected. We’ve come a long way in genetic engineering the past few decades, since they must have made this.”
She sounded so enthusiastic, but smart as she was, I don’t think she had thought it through as far as I had. I said, “Even in its current imperfect form, it seems like it is a cure of a lot of diseases. So what if the patient has to eat a lot of food. That’s a small price to pay for saving someone’s life or curing a kid of muscular dystrophy. But if word gets out, and it’s in short supply, the whole world will be after it. It could plunge us into World War Three.”
“Oh.” A look of horror came over her face. “Do you really think so? But it would be free to everyone! Even now, it could be passed from person to person. It’s only contagious through bodily fluids...”
I went on, relentlessly. “But people in the government would want to control anything so valuable. Sell it, keep it for themselves or their own citizens first, or blackmail others with it…or finish developing it as a super-soldier serum. No matter how you slice it, it’s power. And word of it would wreck the medical establishment overnight. No need for doctors or hospitals or drug companies anymore, when perfect health is free. Millions thrown out of work, trillions of dollars of value lost, the stock markets crashing, economic depression.”
“But it will free up mankind to do so much more!” she cried.
“Not until after a lot of chaos. And how about overpopulation?” asked our resident pessimist, Alan the Skull. “If everyone is healthy and no one dies…”
“Yes, that’s a problem,” Arthur interjected. “The perfected Eden Plague would probably lower fertility, but not the version we have now. Quite the opposite, in fact, because healthy men and women will likely have more children.”
A nagging in the back of my head finally came to the fore. “Wait a minute…this is the downside to society, to public disclosure, uncontrolled information. But Elise, you said there was a downside for the company. What is it?”
“You haven’t figured it out yet?” she asked me.
“I think I have part of it…it’s about the mental health, isn’t it? And conscience?”
“Exactly. The longer you have it, the more emotionally stable and also altruistic you seem to become. I’m not saying they are the same thing, but this version of the virus causes what we call the ‘virtue effect.’ Many people that get it will not be able to even contemplate making offensive war, or committing violent crimes. Even emotional violence or oppression will become harder and harder to do. It doesn’t inhibit abstract thinking, as far as we know. It just creates an overactive conscience. Probably too much.”
“And - ” I broke in excitedly, “ - and with people’s fear of disease and violence removed, people who don’t have the Eden Plague will find it hard to oppress or bully people either. But the bigwigs won’t want to give up their status, their ability to oppress people or order them around. And a world full of Edens wouldn’t be intimidated or controllable. It would be the end of the power structure as we know it! Even if it was kept secret. In fact, it’s a ticking time bomb. Eventually it will come to light, if they keep it around. Someone will talk, or use it to cure someone they love, or take it for themselves…and anyone that does, becomes the enemy of the power structure. Automatic excommunication.”
“Ahem…” Roger cleared his throat. “That is correct. I believe carriers will be treated with jealousy, suspicion, hatred and fear. They will be targets of oppression, quarantine, imprisonment and perhaps extermination. The four infected people here may be the only carriers left in the entire world. Perhaps there are others, hiding somewhere, in Russia or other parts of Asia. Or perhaps the Soviets wiped it out, all but those samples that someone probably stole during the chaos when their protocols and controls collapsed.”
“That will happen if only a small number of people have it. If millions have it…they can’t quarantine and oppress everyone!” said Elise passionately.
“They’ll try. It threatens the established order,” Roger answered dispassionately, then fell quiet.
We sat there in silence for a time, listening to the rushing of air and the humming of wheels on the highway. We were nine people in a moving convoy connected by radio and by the enormity of what we possessed. We might hold the salvation of humanity inside our bodies. Or perhaps its ruin. I realized I didn’t want that responsibility. I also realized that I didn’t have any alternative.
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After a while I asked. “You said four people? What about you two, Arthur and Roger? Why don’t you have the Eden Plague? And why does Elise?”
“She got it by accident. Bobo the chimp bit her by accident - in play - but we kept that secret for a while. Once they found out, they kept her confined to the island. We didn’t infect ourselves because we didn’t want to be stuck there too. We also didn’t want to have everyone carrying it in case we had to do something ruthless. It is ironic. And there still might have been some unknown problem. What if some years from infection, it suddenly made a horrible left turn – aging, cancer, immune system breakdown. Who could know?”
“But that’s all just guesses. What’s wrong with it for sure? Why isn’t it perfected?” Larry asked. “And can I still…you know…with a woman?”
Elise laughed. “Haven’t you been listening? Yes, and you’re fertile, too, if you want kids.”
I sat bolt upright.
Elise looked at me, wonderingly. Her hand had crept into mine, and now she gripped it hard, concerned.
I squeezed back and broke out in a big smile. “Never mind…it’s all good.” I relaxed back in the seat. I wasn’t going to talk about personal plans in front of seven extra people, but the thought kept going around and around in my head. If it healed everything else…it should have healed that too. We could have kids. A son to carry on my name, and the tradition of service. I couldn’t stop grinning.
“It’s not perfected because it’s not,” Arthur spoke up, sounding a bit cross. “Genetic engineering is complex and difficult. And I have to pee. Can we take a break?”
“Next truck stop,” answered Zeke.
Thirty minutes later everyone had had a break and a takeout meal and was back on the road. I readied my next question, one I’d had from the start. “So Elise…why me, anyway?”
She laughed wryly. “Why anyone? It had to be someone. You had been in the special operations community. You still had your clearances. You had no family other than your father left alive. Only child, highly motivated, high moral index. And ruthless when the mission called for it. I was their first human test subject, but I wasn’t any kind of soldier. They wanted someone tou
gh that could follow orders, but that wouldn’t go rogue. They wanted someone driven and ruthless because they thought the conscience problem could be overcome. At least, they wanted to test its limits. And you lived nearby. You popped out of the database. That’s pretty much it.”
“What database? The Air Force Personnel database would only show my service record and my retirement. You said ‘high moral index’ at my house…”
Then it came to me.
“Oh, that slimy bastard. Benchman. He collaborated. Turned over my medical records – broke his oath and my confidentiality. I should never have trusted him, I should have done what everyone in the service that wants to avoid trouble does, stay away from the shrinks. And…you saw my record, didn’t you?” I suddenly knew I was right – knew now why she seemed to know me back then.
“Yes, I saw your file. I’m sorry, it wasn’t like I could refuse to do what they told me right then. I just know they picked you out of some kind of pool of candidates. Then Jenkins said he’d do the recruiting, claimed he had the perfect approach. He came and got me, twisted my arm, you know the rest.”
“That approach got him killed.” I mulled that over, ran the checklist of open items in my mind. “Hmm…back to what you said earlier. How could they overcome the conscience ‘problem’?” I asked with faint sarcasm.
Elise answered, “Doctor Durgan had some ideas. He got drunk and bragged to me once. Electroshock. Brain surgery. Personality conditioning techniques, drugs…it might be possible. Eden Plague is subtle and gentle by comparison. It shapes you with a kind of aversion therapy. The more harmful you yourself believe what you are doing is, the harder it will be to do. It’s based on your own basic beliefs about right and wrong. So you can perform surgery if you believe you are helping someone, but you can’t make those same cuts if you believe you are killing them. Unless you think the killing is morally right. Really righteous.”
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