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My story is a bad and scary one, so strap in. I have always been a perfectly
healthy and fit young man. I work out every single day, I do resistance
training, and I eat well. I was lucky enough to be born into a family that
both valued health, and understood it. We knew that eating fat doesn’t
inherently make you fat, before the word kind of spread about that
misinformation. We know that carbs are good for you, if from the right
sources (with fiber), and at the right ratios. I know, I’m bragging, but
it’s relevant, because I am exactly the test subject that the researchers
needed. They wanted someone who didn’t just not need to be cured, but
very didn’t need it. For this to work, I had to start out as the
perfect specimen. And for lack of a better term, they then...fucked me up.
They gave me so many diseases, I can’t remember the number; let alone which
ones they were. Not every disease is transmissible like that, but they did
their best with what they had. It should have killed me, and nearly did. The
lab was located in a building owned by the pharmaceutical company, but
that’s not where they conducted this experiment. I was only there for my
initial testing. The final phase took place at the hotel, because that’s
where Landis is. That’s an important detail, don’t forget it. While they
could easily move me anywhere without anyone noticing or caring, they
couldn’t move Landis without it being a national news story. A couple of
years ago, the man took a fifteen minute walk in the woods with his team,
and it dominated the news cycle for 24 hours. So they took me to the hotel,
and put me in a room that none of the staff ever went to. It was just me,
Landis, my doctors, and his doctors. Not even his personal assistant
was there with him, and she follows him around like a tail. I don’t think
she knew about it.
Anyway, they sat me in a chair, and pumped me full of poison, at which point
I started dying. After they were happy with how much time had passed, they
injected me with a prototype of the panacea. It did not work. It may have
made things worse. It’s hard to tell, because I was in the most pain I had
ever felt in my life. That’s why Landis was there, because while they
weren’t sure if the panacea would work, they were fairly confident that he
could fix me. Even that wasn’t a guarantee, because no one in the world has
ever been sick as much as I was. You can’t naturally get that many diseases,
because the first few will probably kill you if it goes any further. But
that’s what they wanted. They wanted to understand the scope. Had even
Landis not been able to save me, my family would have received the money,
but since he was there as a backup plan, I did end up with it. Do you wanna
hear the number? It’s 28 million dollars. That’s how much they gave me
because the panacea failed. How did they calculate that? I just found out
recently, actually, I didn’t know before. I don’t understand it, but
they took a number called the VSL, which basically calculates how much an
anonymous person’s life is worth. Then they doubled it for good measure. So
I’m a millionaire now. My assets are quickly dwindling as I’m giving away
more than I’ve saved or invested, but I have more than enough to live
comfortably for the rest of my life. The question that haunts me, though, is
how many others went through the same thing...and were there any who even
Landis couldn’t save?
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