Proctor: Angel of Death (Part 1)

The day of your death is better than the day of your birth

Story One: Genesis

Story Two: Evolution

Story Three: Life

Part of the Proctor Series by Lucy Anne Grey

To everything there must be a beginning and so it was with this girl child.

Like all the others she was fashioned from pure science meshed with new technology. There were no limitations to what was possible because The Elders set the rules.

The world had a new way of controlling evil, one loaded with irony for it was the very thing humanity had for so long strived for that was to be the ultimate weapon of punishment. The eternal Hell.

How had it all come about?

Time was infinite and with it - history and fiction had become entwined so that now, no one was really sure which was which, if one ended where another began. As with most discoveries, this ultimate weapon had been the gestation of a completely different project and differing agenda that had at its nucleus Scientist tampering with nature, peeling back boundaries in the declaration that in the name of science, nothing was sacred save discovery itself.

Law enforcement needed a new alternative.

Prisons and death row were not working.

The new science that had thrown out Eternity became a curse and the idea was born - as was the first girl child.

Why not?

The Genesis Project.

Let us re-create heaven and hell.

Let us create Guardians of these worlds.

Let us call them the Angels of Death.

"It is perfect - engineered to the highest degree"

"And emotionally, how is her development"

The older man cocked his head to one side, his eyes clouding in puzzlement, "what has that to do with anything? What we need is a walking talking Enforcer, nothing more nothing less. We don’t want to imprint emotions too heavily onto it otherwise it will develop a conscience!"

"What makes you think she has not already got one?" argued Wilber, determined to pick an argument with a man he regarded as too pompous for his own good.

"We have spent years developing this prototype so that there would be pure machine, pure logic"

"But she is not a machine is she, she is human"

"In part yes" conceded the old man, shifting uncomfortably " but you know very well Wilber that I cannot give out any further information regarding this project, The State and more importantly The Elders would never allow it"

"She is a being, an individual"

"No, it is an Enforcer"

"Flesh and blood"

"Theoretically"

"More than that"

"Where is this going Wilber?"

"You know my reservations on this project. Man creating others in its image and then declaring they are in some way different, separate for humanity to be used as and how they please. You have this Enforcer and many others like her will follow, but what of them?" Wilber gestured through the tinted blue glass beyond to a walled garden.

"She is beautiful, she has feelings, emotions and all her life she has lived in this cage - look at her, she is a woman, and you and your department are systematically destroying her humanity. We are going backwards, not forwards. Turning life and death, heaven and hell on its head. This cannot be right."

"This facility is the best that money can by, this Enforcer and others like it want for nothing"

"Nothing but their liberty"

The Scientists hated these people, what the Elders called Humanitarians, those who took the high moral ground without having to face the suffering, the blood and guts reality of what life was really like. Wilber and his followers stood above society in their ivory tower of philosophy where they rambled endlessly on ethics, truth and justice and never had to clean it up.