This is a start. A start of something amazing. At least, it's what I'm told. They talk about it. They ask me to make it. They call it the killing disease. Makes you want to kill, makes you need it. To have blood in your hands. They are choosing the test subjects. It must be eight. Each one must know another. We are choosing siblings. Cousins. Lovers. Best friends. They must be in their early twenties. They have four left to choose. They must chose right. I don't truly understand this, they say it's for a good purpose. I don't know how killing innocent people is good. But I must listen to them.
1990 September 20