Overlords

10 April 4258 Sleeping Quarters-Government Security Office

"Sir, we have an urgent message from Camgen Corp. down in Frisco!"

The loudspeaker blared as Captain Clark Richardson was nodding off in his quarters.

"Shit! What the hell’s going on out there?"

He picked up the com unit, typed in his code, and was connected to Blair, who was working the night shift at the Government Security Office.

"Richardson here. What’s up?"

"Sir," he panted as he spoke. Something was definitely up. "The lab, sir. The Goddamn lab! The Underlings got in, and…oh my God it can’t be…"

"I’ll get over there."

He paused, bent down, said a prayer, and got in his car. This was serious. He pushed 250 miles per hour, heading down the speedway faster than he had ever driven. This was serious. If something happened, it would…he didn’t want to think about it. As he neared the Camgen headquarters in San Francisco, he knew in his heart what would happen. He pulled into the parking lot, turned the car off, and nervously stepped out. Suddenly, he spotted one underling, two, three, and then hundreds. His palms were sweaty as he slowly pulled his hands up.

"IN THE NAME OF THE UNDERLING REBELLION!" the multitude cried. It was over in an instant. The crack of the M-84 could be heard for miles, as could the screams of Clark Richardson, killed while defending his country. The dreaded day had come. They had united. This was serious.

Two thousand years ago, there were no Underlings. All men were created equal…those with money were more equal than others. That was before restriction enzymes, gene mapping, the SEA, and all that shit came about. When genetic engineering became popular, by 2050 or so, the overlords (or upper class) began designing their children. Intelligent and breathtakingly beautiful. Soon, engineering technicians were as common as strip clubs in Vegas. It was not enough to have beautiful, brilliant children. You see, the rich bastards needed to be better. After all, what good would it do to be blonde-haired, blue-eyed, and tall if the whole world was just as good? They wanted more, and they would stop at nothing to get it.

In 3035 there was revolution. A group of about 5000 wealthy men took over the then weak and depleted government. They were to become the Overlords. They wanted to be better…they believed they already were. But they wanted to widen the gap between the lower class and the upper class. They, obviously, needed workers to support them. They needed muscular, courageous, and of course utterly and totally stupid people to provide the labor-the "blood, sweat, and tears that make the country great." That was the stupid slogan put out by the Overlords on the 24-hr. radio transmission. Then came the infamous SEA-Societal Engineering Administration. They contracted their work to a company called Camgen. They wanted to clean house, so to speak, and to start fresh. The easiest, cheapest and most sensible way to do this was to release some sort of plague, or virus, ebola I believe it was. Anyway, yada, yada, yada, and three-quarters of the world were disposed of. Now, finally, they could start fresh. Roger Tillman, president of the SEA, was in charge of the societal planning. His security adviser, was Clark Richardson, his second-in-command was Gates. They created the Underlings. They would have a race of people to serve them. The Overlords were not stupid. They had seen Jurassic Park (a classic film, from the twentieth century I believe). They knew that revolt was a very real possibility. They implanted genes to overcome this obstacle.