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conditioning, or pleasure... take your pick. She remembered how he seemed to like it, no matter why he got it, and she hated him for this the most.
    Twirling the blade that she was so familiar with, she admired for the last time, its intricate design. Such a perfect tool for the purpose of killing someone else, though it seemed beautiful enough to use upon herself.
    For a moment, she thought about the government that he had always told her she was created to destroy, and she felt sorry for them. They were weak, and he always said that people were to be controlled, and not free. She disagreed, but never would she find the courage to tell him so.
    This country that her captor wanted her to destroy sounded like the best place on Earth to live. It was a place where people moved freely, despite the fact that he told her that people should not, and this was one of the things that he could never convince her of.
    He told her that people in this country should not be able to go where they wanted to go, think what they wanted to think, or do what they wanted to do, even if it were something as simple as choosing the book that they wanted to read. People should be controlled, he said.
    These things made her want to be a part of that country, but where were they now? They were not here to save her, despite her prayers, and she prayed to every god that might possibly exist.
    Today was her eighteenth birthday, or so he had told her, yet what good was it? Certainly, it would not buy her freedom, despite reaching womanhood.
    After all of her efforts and pain, she saw only one way to hurt this man that had caused her such torment, and imprisoned her for so long. It was the path of a thousand steps, except she was the one to determine its destination. His plans for her were about to be as dead as she was to become.
    One last time she ran her fingers across the edge of the blade, knowing that this time the blood that it would spill would be her own. She was ready, and though she was never able to kill him, she was certain that she could destroy his years of work.
    "Fuck you!" she snarled as she sobbed, before plunging the knife into her own heart, which was what pulled her out of the dream that they had put, and Viper, for the very first time, looked upon the truth of what she was, from within her glass tube.
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    Charlie Hall was a man of science. The unified field theory was his holy grail, until a woman that they all knew as Mirage, the only genetically engineered operative to survive the “birthing” process, had placed a critical thought within his logical brain.
    "If you considered a subatomic particle field," she told him, "with the property of the particles repelling themselves from other like particles, while coming closer to other like particles, within the presence of common matter, you might find that the universe begins to make far more sense."
    The more he thought about it, the more it did make sense. Such a particle would create a thinned field around matter, creating what we call gravity. In other words, the path of least resistance, and even Einstein, with all his understanding, could not calculate such a thing.
    It also made sense of inertia with its equal and opposite reaction. If such a field existed, it would exhale an amount equal to what it inhaled, as it moved through the field, but there was more.
    There were also magnetic fields, which would attract at one end, while repelling at the other. Such a particle could be accountable for such a mystery, considering that the flow of the particle would be in accordance with the rotating object, but the final effect unearthed a mystery even far greater than that.
    If such a particle were possible, it would exist in a geometric shape that would explain the experiments that led to the quantum theory, without the need for "magic". Suddenly, the universe would begin to make sense again.
    Mirage was as kind as she was wise, and he