THE SCIENTIST

“Gods be Damned” His inner voice growled. 

What were they thinking? After everything he had given them, after his hours of unerring work, and the sweat of years of testing.  They asked him for it and he had delivered. He had given them what they wanted.

“The Society” wanted control. They were bigger than the Masons, and better hidden than the Illuminati. You did not find them, they found you.  They had asked for control, they wanted a serum that would enthrall the masses under their wishes.

He, the most prestigious scientist in the world, had delivered.  The serum was amazing; it passed every test it was put to, rats, small mammals, and humans.  Once it was delivered into the system, the auditory system began to respond only to the voice that had used the opening command. The combination of Sodium Pentothal, and Nano-technology, was above and beyond anything that had ever been seen before.

Everything about the test subject was at the command of the Activator. The Neurological System, the Cardiac System, the Limbic System, and even the Renal System, nothing was unreachable by the Activator. The Receiver could not even urinate without the permission of the Activator.

He gave them everything, and then fired him. Taking the Serum with them they left him with nothing, or so they thought. One test vial was left; the one vial that was designed for human use. 

“Let them control the rats.” He chuckled with malice. “I will control the world.”
The Society wanted a super army of the best the species had to offer, but the scientist knew better. If you wanted to control the masses you used fear. The Scientist knew, if you wanted to make them fear you, you stole their most precious resources. 

He looked over into the corner where his daughter sat crying through her bonds and gag. You controlled their children.