Prologue:
The day was much like any other when Alexander Overmire opened his eyes fairly warm though slightly cooler given that it was autumn. He got up and took a shower before eating breakfast and getting dressed. He always had a tendency to leave early to avoid the morning traffic as much as possible. Alexander lived in Las Angeles so of course traffic could be detrimental to his attendance.
He was out of the house by five thirty in the morning and well on his way to work. He was one of the many lab workers at the local hospital. He would go in every morning clock in and then head to the lab. He had few friends outside of work and was single much to his chagrin especially considering that he was thirty seven years old. Still he didn’t let such things get in the way of work. Today was going to be an interesting day because his direct superior Thomas Hardens had an announcement to make.
Alexander stood quietly with the rest of his coworkers waiting for Thomas to speak up. Thomas was a rather stocky man so to speak. Many called him fat or overweight but Thomas kept the optimistic view of “Being well built for famine”. His hair was grey and slightly balding and his pasty white skin made him look rather ill. Thomas cleared his throat as he raised one of his large pudgy arms up in front of him “Today we have been given a special assignment” He sounded quite serious though no one in the room knew the significance of what was about to be stated. “We have been given a bunch of materials to attempt create a cure for cancer” everyone was flabbergasted none more so than Alexander.
This was a big deal to Alexander because he had lost his father to cancer and so he was ready to throw his all into this project. All the men and woman in the lab began to throw themselves with gusto into the combining of chemicals and the boiling of gasses to see if they could finally come up with a cure for one of the supposedly “Uncurable” Diseases known to mankind. Hours passed and they seemed no closer to anything that could even be remotely considered to be close to a plausible cure. Each new syrum produced seemed to suffer the same thing a brief success upon a sample before it was overcome. Still none gave up on what they were out to do for it was one of the greatest causes any of them could have ever dreamed of working on.