William Birkin.
William Birkin.
William Birkin. ……….. . …….

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Even now, that name felt like an epitaph.

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Put plainly, he knew they would appear presently. Umbrella couldn’t be trusted anymore. They were a company steeped in profit and commerce; interested in financial turnover and not art. Not like the old days at all………..
  The G-virus – his G-virus……. How could they possibly neglect it? Perfection was not so simply dismissed. .. . .


William Birkin sat - head bowed at his desk- like he was already killed. Lean, Skeletal fingers occasionally ran thought shadowy, greasy hair; neglected in favour of more pressing troubles.

He felt dead.

Hollow.

William’s head. . . .  A million voice spoke at once. The trick is focus. Focus it all to a beam his brilliant mind; a much more difficult a task than it seemed. It took him lifetimes to master it: focus – focus – it was so simple a word, but in trueness, so challenging to attain. The common human mind existed in an empty state; after all, most things in the universe sought a state of minimal energy expenditure in order to exist. The human mind was no different. It was an easier way t live than his…….

  He shook his head. That drive. That unbearable drive to seek the answer . . . how can mankind at large resist it so smoothly?

  For the first time in his lonely life, Birkin envied the common man.  No longer did he sneer when the ‘money-can’t-buy-me-love’ attitude of the man who had nothing to live for kicked in and gave his worthless life something to live for. HE had so much, and yet it was not good enough, not tough enough to let him live.

  William held a purple sample of his beloved creation in his unworthy hand. He wanted to tell it that he loved it before he died, that if given the choice, he would sacrifice everything he adored in his life to protect it, but it couldn’t it hear his mere words. It could not hear, but he felt it knew, somehow.



  ‘So much of me is you’ He though. ‘How can you not know? I love you more than life itself. Whatever it takes. THATEVER IT TAKES.'



“Doctor; We’re here to collect the G-virus sample.”

“Sorry, but I wont just hand over my lifes work……”



It happened so quickly he wasn’t so sure it happened at all………
  ……. Besides the pain, reminding him that he wasn’t dead.

He thought Annette came to saw him in that time, but it probably wasn’t true. Through the hurt, thorough the agony, though the absolute blinding screaming misery, he remembered something he was taught as a child by his beloved mother: That there were some mental disorders that can’t be cured – that sometimes, people are just borne with a different way of thinking to a normal man. If he was born with a broken mind, he didn’t want to be fixed.



William accepted loves sweet kiss into his body, and for the first time in his life he had clarity.