An Orderly Obsession.
Nature is random, chaotic. Advancement is accidental and time-consuming,
displaying the complete and utter lack of intelligent guidance in the
universe. Science has burned that into me, that truth that has become my
religion. There is nothing more in this existence than what I can perceive
with my senses or prove through observation and testing. No, not anything
at all.
Because there is nothing, I've long felt free to manipulate as I please. All most species require is a little nudge in the general direction of 'better, ' but I've remained conservative in my tinkering. I could have eliminated cancers, spawned genetic therapies to eradicate human problems such as myopia, common birth defects, extreme...shortness.
But I have not and I will not. My interests lie elsewhere.
Frankly, it used to be much more exciting. I can remember how it felt to bathe in the glory of fresh discovery. How delightful it was to be surprised by life and all its complexity. Sometimes I miss that feeling; there is little now that astonishes me, nothing that truly catches me off guard.
Lord, the field of genetics has become rather dull. The general scientific population is just now beginning to study Homo sapiens superior. Their bumbling hypotheses and observational trials amuse me. My own findings are more than a century beyond theirs.
Occasionally some bright, fresh-faced, young researcher stumbles across something he shouldn't: a pattern, a barely traceable hint hidden within the genetic code of a test subject. A fingerprint. My fingerprint. This is unacceptable, of course, but my Marauders eliminate any real threat. I've cloned them to be exceedingly loyal, despite any impulses to the contrary.
I wish I had been less careless in my earliest attempts at manipulation of the mutant bloodline. I've had a hand in far more than anyone knows. I abandoned the purity of mere scientific observation in favor of direct manipulation around the same time that I abandoned my name and humanity. There are very few truly powerful mutants whose bloodlines I have not influenced in one way or another. My machinations have arranged marriages, aborted imperfect offspring, and decided destinies.
In this small corner of chaos, I've brought a bit of order, of planning. Of purpose.
Never mind that my purpose is Sinister.
Because there is nothing, I've long felt free to manipulate as I please. All most species require is a little nudge in the general direction of 'better, ' but I've remained conservative in my tinkering. I could have eliminated cancers, spawned genetic therapies to eradicate human problems such as myopia, common birth defects, extreme...shortness.
But I have not and I will not. My interests lie elsewhere.
Frankly, it used to be much more exciting. I can remember how it felt to bathe in the glory of fresh discovery. How delightful it was to be surprised by life and all its complexity. Sometimes I miss that feeling; there is little now that astonishes me, nothing that truly catches me off guard.
Lord, the field of genetics has become rather dull. The general scientific population is just now beginning to study Homo sapiens superior. Their bumbling hypotheses and observational trials amuse me. My own findings are more than a century beyond theirs.
Occasionally some bright, fresh-faced, young researcher stumbles across something he shouldn't: a pattern, a barely traceable hint hidden within the genetic code of a test subject. A fingerprint. My fingerprint. This is unacceptable, of course, but my Marauders eliminate any real threat. I've cloned them to be exceedingly loyal, despite any impulses to the contrary.
I wish I had been less careless in my earliest attempts at manipulation of the mutant bloodline. I've had a hand in far more than anyone knows. I abandoned the purity of mere scientific observation in favor of direct manipulation around the same time that I abandoned my name and humanity. There are very few truly powerful mutants whose bloodlines I have not influenced in one way or another. My machinations have arranged marriages, aborted imperfect offspring, and decided destinies.
In this small corner of chaos, I've brought a bit of order, of planning. Of purpose.
Never mind that my purpose is Sinister.