They still needed answers, so I was brought back.
There are just so many needles, debasement and tests someone can take before they snap. With me there was one too many.
But instead of becoming abusive or just plain giving up, I changed. Changed in ways that defied science and belief.
That was the start of my exile.
That was when they started hunting me with a vengeance. It heralded my promotion from an anomaly to a major threat. In the end, the whole weight of the government and military fuelled the hunt. But even then, in those dark times, there were ways to disappear if you really wanted to.
I needed to
Not just to evade them. More than anything else I needed to find out and come to terms with what I was.
It would be nice to say that I went to a sanctuary in Tibet or somewhere exotic like that, where enlightened masters showed me my new path in life and my place in the universe. But that is not how it went.
We’ll pick up the story about that later. I want to finish what I see as the “management summary” first.
I’ve experienced things that would make you sick. Killed and healed. Loved and lost, as the clichés so eloquently say. I have seen governments and countries come and go. Lived through both global wars in the twenty-first and twenty-second century. Come out the other side, sometimes even with a sense of direction and purpose. In your human years, I would now be two hundred fifty-eight: Quite a life span.
Me, I’m only just beginning.
So, why am I writing this epistle? Why come out of hiding now? Well by the time this manuscript becomes public in any way, if it ever does, I will be long gone. Back to my old ways, making myself invisible.
There have been many theories to explain what I am. Some extremely far-fetched, some having merit. None completely fit. None except one. One reason. One explanation that sticks in my head. That just might offer the answers that I want, that I need. But I need to be sure. I need to put everything that has happened to me in perspective. Review the timeline as it were. That will help me determine whether I accept the theory as my basis, as my destiny. For that I need to tell my story. I need to share what happened. I need to explain.
I’ve given up on acceptance. I have no illusion that I will be one of you. Don´t even want to be.
Ok. Let’s backtrack: go down memory lane. Go back to where it more or less really started.
Round about my ninety-third birthday, I was in quite a fix. I had been the focus of medical interest and experiments for more than thirty years. Understandable. I looked the consummate thirty-four-year-old: was in excellent health, had a body to die for. Dr Karpatski, my old MD, had been genuinely worried for me, he wanted to make sure that I was all right. He could never have imagined the pain and torture that his good intentions would cause. He and the initial scientists wanted the best: for me, and for others who could benefit from the “talents” I had.
That was the noble goal. The other ones we will encounter further on… Be patient.
I had been in and out of medical institutions, poked at, scanned, tested and put through the mangle. I finally managed to disappear for a few years, started a new life and was subsequently kidnapped and transported to a secure facility somewhere in the Americas. There the tests continued. That I was there against my will didn’t seem to bother anyone. It was for the greater good, so I was designated a volunteer.
The first year the circumstances were reasonable. I had a “suite” of rooms and some form of privacy, however controlled. The doctors, and I use that term loosely, still wanted my cooperation.
But as time passed, the results remained slim. Somewhere down the line they decided that it was my fault and subsequently tried to force me to cooperate. Problem was, I wasn’t sabotaging the tests. I actually hoped they would find what they were looking for so that I could finally leave.
How’s that for naïve.
I didn’t know, couldn’t answer the questions. No matter how often I tried to make them understand, it didn’t sink in. It was unacceptable, because that would mean that they had failed and that was not an option. There was too much at stake.
The initial group that “recruited” me still had illusions of saving mankind. Curing diseases like Aids, Cancer and LKX-clones: quite enviable goals.
Changes in staff brought changes in incentive. Budgetary issues necessitated new partners: not so noble ones. Partners, more interested in the monetary successes that could be achieved. Eternal Youth is of course the ultimate product.
The military came later on. After the cosmetic companies gave up. After the revolution had started.
I see it all in my mind, clear as day. I re-live what happened over and over again.
And now I´ll share it with you. It´s not pretty.
You have been warned.
There are currently four books in the Primal Series.
Warmonger, the novella you have just read, and three novels.
Primal Nature, the first novel, shall we saw: The Awakening.
Nature of the Beast: The Search
The Beast Inside: The Answer (or is it?)
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