Subject H76
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Publisher: Footsteps Press
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No one is just ordinary but a few people by chance become extraordinary.
James is one such who went into a trial for stem cell regeneration of a tooth and they discovered his body regenerated in its entirety.
Suddenly, he is the most secret and promising medical advancement in fighting ageing in the world and offered money until it comes out of his ears but slowly, over months, he finds his freedoms eroded, his life turned upside down and his body the power-play of extremely rich men around the world fighting each other for therapeutic patents and the power they will bring.
Which meant corporations wanted to give him millions to study him and he quickly found it was not easy money because he became a prisoner. And though scientists helped him the inevitable conclusion followed ...
Everyone who knows I exist in the world wants me alive, yet, I’m precisely as isolated and frightened as if you all desired me dead.
Half a world away from where I sold my former-life, I continually think about the events that brought me here. To this over-heated cave virtually naked and covered in white-grey ash. Those days before Subject H76 became my institutional name, and the institute changed from income-stream to enemy, as my body changed from average to unique. That old saying ‘the more things change the more they stay the same’ is only believed by people looking broadly at history. It isn’t true at the individual level. My level. I am continually weathering the storm. Upheaval is my every day.
My name is pretty meaningless now. I mean, it’s James, but I never use it. If anyone ever called me that here I’d have to run. It would signify they’d found me. Back then, I still lived in a small flat with no dog or cat and one old kalanchoe plant my late-mother had left me, sitting on a hexagonal table and never flowering by the front door. It would bring me money, she had told me. It did but she never told me it would bring the world down on my head at the same time.
If you asked me what I did to lose my uninteresting way of life, I’d have to tell you honestly: nothing. Looking back, there were everyday signs that should have warned me, but rather like a Pierre Bonnard painting, I can recognize everything in it but nothing is exactly as it should be. I wasn’t looking, is the truth of it. No one would have been in the same situation. The first questions that came to me when realization hit with the speed of a hungry Tiger shark, still need answering. How could the world let this happen to me? How could they willingly want it without being fully aware that I was being enslaved to their will?