NationStates Jolt Archive

The underground small room was crammed with doctors, nurses and officials from the ministry.
They all cheered as Bridgette entered the room and then a hushed awe came over them as she began to speak…
"In a October years ago, amid the turmoil of the rise of the fascist state,my father… General Matthew Iesus Snr…. ordered widespread "mercy killing" of the sick and disabled….Project Mercy….
yet my father didn’t have the courage to see this project through…..soon it was all but scrapped and almost forgotten….My brothers never had the courage for this project…they hide behind the cross….what nonsense!
God favours the strong!
They commit treason against God and state by allowing the impurities to live within our society!
since my taking charge of the ministry the project has been given new life… the euthanasia program to eliminate "life unworthy of life" has focused on newborns and on the very young ..... Midwives and doctors in State hospitals are required to register children up to age three who show symptoms of mental retardation, physical deformity, or other flaws …from there the child is transferred to a 'State Children's Specialty Department' for death by injection or other means….these methods while honourable are far too slow to remove the blood pollution from our people…. but now behind these new hermetically sealed doors… new chambers await to speed up our glorious task!
Heil the engineers who have made this possible. ….and soon we shall even be able to end the impurities within the womb….Yes I promise you all we shall see a forced end to the mongrel foetus within the womb!
Sadly the populace is so blinded by delusions about what God would want ….for now we must carry our work out in relative secret…children taken into ‘state care’ and euthanized have their families told they died of natural conditions…oh for the day we can sing to heaven about the holiness of what we are doing!
My friends never despair about what we do….God smiles upon our work…..rejoice and know you are making our people stronger , and one day….everyone will sing your praises!
HEIL PURITY
HEIL IESUS CHRISTI"

someone should play TAG with bridgette with a very sharp knife.

~Random islamic government offical

OOC: Again, is this known to the general public?

Letter sent through discrete channels to Reich Medical departments
To our honourable allies within the Reich
May the peace and love of our lord Jesus Christ be with you all
It has come to my attention that certain nations within the Reich have greater technical aptitude in the field of maternity/foetal eugenics than Iesus Christi.
I personally desire that Iesus leaps forward in these fields….and so request the aid of our Reich family.
Naturally any knowledge or personal you can lend us will be greatly appreciated and I am sure you will treat this request in the discrete way it deserves.

Yours in Christ Jesus.
Bridgette Iesus


"forced abortions….if we can accurately identify impurities within the womb we can solve many problems …expectant mothers can be screened during regular state run checkups and we can terminate the pregnancy…to assure the needed secrecy we can isolate the defected foetus carrier after her identification ..forcible abort the problem while she is so drugged up she doesn’t know where she is…afterwards we’ll call it a tragic miscarriage…"

Doctor Adam Eveson outlining abortion policy to ministry officials.


OOC: by its nature its all hush hush...unless people have contacts within the Iesus medical office or within the ministry

semi-ooc: I'm suprised this wasn't already an effective policy. You could go to the next step and ensure that certain individuals of "questionable" purity be rendered sterile during "routine" medical examinations. Failure to conceive is less suspicious than suddenly defective conception. Of course, this is by no means an official endorsement.....*looks around shiftily*

OOC: TAG for later IC response which will go something like this...

IC:
Dr. Stanzi Augusta sat at her desk in the Ministy for Racial Purity. Being the head of "Genetic Enhancement " certainly had its priveleges..her office was more like a suite with the highest grade technology at her fingertips to produce the most effective results. Staffed under her were a half a dozen or so highly trained DNA specialists who practically said "how high" if she so much as said jump. The Compound was located deep in HARUvian territory somewhere beneath Lake Ariel...it had been a long time since she had seen the sun and that was a drawback but one look at the latest results of her work made her forget about the outside world. Here at The Ministry she was respected...revered..and literally held the power of life and death in her hands. She created bio-chemically enhanced children to serve the Reich. She knew that euthinasia programs were being carried out within The Reich yet she felt that her work was far more impressive. Creating genetically enhanced humans..not AIs or ..she shuddered at the thought...metahumans .. but real organic babies who would grow up to be the Reich's next Einstein, Mozart, Matthew Iesus..take your pick..they all served The Reich. And kept the bloodlines pure.

Dr. Stanzi, for she insisted that her staff treat her as a "friend", ran her hands through her thich black hair that was beginning to show strands of grey. Not that it mattered...she wasn't down here looking for a husband...No. Her work was far more important..her life...her raison d'etre. And the children? Divine. She smiled a slightly beatific smile, gathered up the latest reports and walked the length of her office.

Time to go down to the experimental station dubbed Blue Heaven and gather the latest statistics. Brigitte would be wanting a report..she was sure of it..it never hurt to cover your ass, she thought, especially when dealing with Brigitte Iesus.

OOC:
To be continued at a later date....

semi-ooc: I'm suprised this wasn't already an effective policy. You could go to the next step and ensure that certain individuals of "questionable" purity be rendered sterile during "routine" medical examinations. Failure to conceive is less suspicious than suddenly defective conception. Of course, this is by no means an official endorsement.....*looks around shiftily*

OOC:
You'd be surprised what Iesus doesnt have a policy on....hehe
The point is it isnt a rascist policy....Iesus for ALL its issues isnt a rascist naiton against other humans....
so the 'problem' the Ministry is dealing with isnt the mother but the 'defective' child itself....making a good christian mummy sterile doesnt achieve the goals....the goal is.....

IC: "destroy defective units!"
Bridgette Iesus with Officals

Clara walked through the crisp morning air towrds the towering bulding just a half a block away. The sun was shining on her face and what a face she had...high cheeckbones, blonde shoulder length hair, clear bright bue eyes. Her attire matched her natural gifts..dressed in a greyish blue Reichsweave suit that brought out the grey/blue strands of her eyes she deftly moved in and out of the other morning commuters, neither looking here or there but straight ahaed with just a hint of superiority lingering about her person like an exotic perfume. She literally cut through the crowd.

She reached her building, the familiar building, in which she enjoyed her position as a facilitator in one of the the Ministry of Purity's inner sites. She passed under an ancient (but well maintained) archway with the logo "Locke and Hobbes" inscribed in marble and headed towrds the elevator. Arriving at the 19th floor she lightly stepped off and headed towards her office.

She put her leather briefcase on the desk, pressed a button and ordered coffe and a criossant toute de suite. She had a meeting in just about 15 minutes...a couple in their late twenties. She was just lighting a cigarette when the coffe and criossant arrived, delivered by a young man, perhaps in his late teens. He never took his eyes off the floor while in Clara's expansive office.

Poor sod, she thought, with no real hint of compassion whatsoever, he's probably a recall. And why should she feel sorry for a recall? If the genetic enhancements didn't quite work out they were recertified to perform a task for they were capable of carrying out. Of course this was all hush, hush and Clara didn't really give the matter much thought. It wasn't in her job description. All she knew was that nothing went to waste in HARU. For the good of The Reich. All things served the good of The Reich. And that was just fine with her.

A ring sounded throughout her office signaling the approach of her first meeting of the day. She hastily stubbed out her cigarette, put on her best smile and told her secreteary to show...she opened the folder in her desk..Mr and Mrs. Hesbacher into her office.

Mr and Mrs Hesbacher stepped through the door with determination but Clara could smell the hope AND the fear in them. They held hands then parted as they setteled into the leather chairs opposite Clara's desk.
Clara leaned forward and smiled a well practiced smile that seemed..seemed..to say."we are all friends here..no need to worry."

"Mr and Mrs Hesbacher," Clara rose and extended a neatly manicured hand. "How may I be of service?"

Mrs Hesbacher looked hestitantly towards her husband who gave her an encouraging smile then looked back at Clara who was looking intently at them.

"Well you see..Miss Fines, "Mrs Hesbacher paused then went on," we want a baby. An enhanced one."

Clara positively beamed. "Of course, Mrs Hesbacher. That's why you're here. No need to feel awkward..it's perfectly understandable...I am here to help you...", she said to the blushing woman. 'Help the Reich', she finished to herself.

"Tell me exactly what you want. It's as good as done," Clara said as she flipped open a laptop. She punced in a few keys then looked back at the couple. "Ready to go. Here at Locke and Hobbes we cater to your every desire. We understand that you want a baby..a special baby. And that's good. What parent wouldn't want a special, gifted child? What are your specifications?"

Mr Hesbacher spoke first. "well we were thinking of...of a child gifted in the field of music. Classical music." He llooked tentatively at his wife. She nodded and continued for him," yes, a child who could compose by the age of five..symphonies...operas as time goes by.."

"And just why does this particular gift appeal to you?" Clara inquired. She had dropped her best smile to a serious one but a smile none the less. The Hesbacher's didn't notice. It was one of Clara's gifts to crack down at this point without the clients knowing.

Mrs Hesbacher rushed on, prompted by the question. " My grandfather was a musician. He played the violin..." here her voice trailed off a bit "but was never able to rise to the position of a conductor. How he loved to play." Her eyes lit up at the memory of Granfather Stern playing for her...her own private concert," and I want our son or daughter to be able to carry on his work," she concluded.

"And just how does this make your life better..or rather better The Reich, Mrs Hesbacher?"

Mrs Hesbacher looked offedned then quickly wiped the look off her face. She turned to her husband for help.

"Well Miss Fines, we figure that if our son or daughter becomes a famous composer not only will he or she carry on her great grandfather's dream but attract tourists...classical music afficiandos...to the country, thus generating revenue for us as well as the Reich."

Clara considered this. She didn't like their sappy attitude and something was nagging the back of her mind about thier reason for wanting a violinist..composer....but they were right about one thing: the most important thing: their child would serve the Reich..go on tours, compose national songs...patriotic songs. What they were wrong about was that their child would not remain their child. After the child "peaked" He or she would be trained and drilled and indocrinated in the nationalistic service of The Reich. They might not see the kid for long periods of time but at this early stage of the game did they really care? No..the selfish bastards wanted to have their precious little composer. As Clara had witnessed many times, the parents were so intent on getting what they wanted they didn't consider the long term consequences. And that was good.

" I'm sure," Clara said in her brightest tone of voice," That you shall have your desire. You are familiar with the procedure?"

Clara considered her moniter while the Hesbacher's pondered this query. Finally Mr Hesbacher said "It is my understanding that you will take me andmy wife to one of your facilities. Once there you will remove her eggs. You will also take both our blood to weed out any "weak" DNA strands..." he trailed off looking a bit pale.

Clara finished for him,"And there at our facility we will enhance your potential child's DNA. Make it strong...make it the blood of ..who's your favorite composer Mrs. Hesbacher?"

"Tai-itha," she promptly replied.

"Tai-itha then..the blood of a Tai-iatha will flow through your child, " Clara finished in a firm yet upbeat tone. Yet in the back of her mind warning bells were going off. Where did she know that name?

"Take this with you," Clara extended a disk in the Hesbacher's direction. "No need to make a decision right this second. You are aware of the fees?"

"Yes," the Hesbachers replied. "Would you like a depsit now, Miss Fines?"

"No need for that. We have your contact information. Just the consulting fee for this meeting and the pre-op fee which you will pay when you meet with the doctor who will be performing the procedure."

Mr Hesbacher pulled out his wallet. Clara waved it away with her long fingers. "Just give that to my secretary on your way out."

The Hesbachers extended their hands to shake Clara's. "Thank you..we've dreamed of this for so long...thank you."

Clara thought she could see tears in Mrs Hesbacher's eyes. Clara had to hold back a bitter laugh. Oh yes...they'd get what they wanted ..she'd see to that.
She warmly shook their hands and guided them to the door. Just as The Hesbacher's were about the enter the ante-room Clara suddenly yet casually asked them, "You are aware of the Blood and Honor Laws, yes?"

"Of course we are. We are fully Reichsblood." Mr Hesbacher looked flustered and insulted.

"Just checking. Never can be too careful, if you know what I mean," Clara tipped Mrs Hesbacher a wink. Mrs Hesbacher tried not to shudder. All of a sudden she remembered an old saying 'be careful what you wish for...."

Then Clara was telling them to have a good day and that she'd be in touch with them. She expected a decision within a week.

Dr. Stanzi or whatever the hell her name was didn't like to be kept waiting on new projects, Clara remined herself.

When the Hesbachers were gone Clara settled herself behind her desk again. Only two more meetings today. She lit a cigarette, exhaling the smoke in such a lazy manner that the tendrils floated about her face. Suddenly she sat up and called in her secretary.

"Get the lowdown on the Hesbachers. I want names, dates, birth records Going back to their great grandparents. Get on it NOW!."

Clara had remembered who the composer Tai-itha was. But only vaguely. His music could only be found on the black market..sometimes heard in seedy Caberets...because he was an elf.

Clara felt exceptional at this discovery. What would Dr. Stanzi do with the watered down bloodline of an elf if Mrs Hesbacher turned out to be a mischlinge? Turn the baby into a full Reichsmench? Destroy the Hesbachers? She didn't know but she had an excited feeling about this. In fact, Clara had never felt better in her life.

The two scientist teams left the airport in a quite anonymous private airplane. They had been working on the creating of Inquisitors for more than 20 years, both in the original cloning industry and later on in the genetic enhancement department. They were the proud parents of more than 80,000 tall, blond and well-built boys now working in the armed forces of the Veganian army. Herr professor Dinkelspiel looked at his fellow colleagues, there were experts in Bio-chemistry, genetics, medicin, psychology and physiology. Creating the perfect soldier or improving gods creation to be able to withstand the assault from the meta-humans was no easy task, and now the time was right to help the amazing nation of Iesus Christi to make the leap into a new glorious era.

more semi oocly: True, true. I didn't mean it as a racist thing. I was thinking more along the lines of undesirable genetic traits. Someone with inherently "bad" genetic traits has a fairly low chance of producing top quality offspring. Preventing them from reproducing is simply a mehtod to circumvent any.....unauthorized progeny. Of course, as to which genetic traits are desirable is up to the policy makers.....

more semi oocly: True, true. I didn't mean it as a racist thing. I was thinking more along the lines of undesirable genetic traits. Someone with inherently "bad" genetic traits has a fairly low chance of producing top quality offspring. Preventing them from reproducing is simply a mehtod to circumvent any.....unauthorized progeny. Of course, as to which genetic traits are desirable is up to the policy makers.....

Hence, we here at Locke and Hobbes screen each candidate careully and must concur with the potential parents' desires. If their desires do not meet the needs...nay betterment of the Reich, then we cannot...will not let them pro-create a geneticallly enhanced child. As for "weeding out" the inherently "bad" genetic traits...well, that's a task our highlly trained staff at The Ministry is working on. Weed out the "bad" upgrade the "good". Our orders come from Maire Haru beloved First Lady of The Reich. I am quite sure she is capable of deciding what traits are desirable for the betterment of The Reich.
Should you be intterested in our services or have any questions, please feel free to contact The Ministry. We welcome your feedback.
Sincerely,
Clara Fines
Ministry of Racial Purity
Calis, HARU
The Reich

The two scientist teams left the airport in a quite anonymous private airplane. They had been working on the creating of Inquisitors for more than 20 years, both in the original cloning industry and later on in the genetic enhancement department. They were the proud parents of more than 80,000 - tall, blond and well-built boys now working in the armed forces of the Veganian army. .

totally o.o.c: perfection is always blond! what about us poor arab reichers!
~a pouty Sultan Hatusu

i.c: Professor Kudaf had been the head of the sultans genetics facility when the council of faith had come to power.
Now he found his funding slashed.
Then the invitation arrived to provide technical knowledge to Iesus Christi – the honorable minister for science had replied quickly, sending Kudaf to Iesus Christi - the only thing was Kudaf wasn’t sure if they were doing it to aid Iesus christi or simply to get him out of the country.

OOC: I stand corrected, perfection should ofcourse be hairless but well insulated, tall and blond just match the propaganda pictures I can insert better. A new journey towards perfection is about to commence


In the plane a discussion about how to best match input to create the perfect output. Not to forget how to meld the output into an improved final product. The two teams couldn't wait for arriving in Iesus Christi

OOC:

Waiting for Matty's reply before I proceed.

Major Halt greeted the both the human perfection that was the team from Vegana and the Arabic genetics doctor.
The arriving Vegana and North Star teams of experts were naturally greeted warmly but discreetly…Only ministry officials were to know the purpose of the visit…no one else, not even Matthew Iesus was to know.
Once greeted, they were rushed to the ‘mount St Marys facility’. a former prison now converted into a killing center where the first Iesus experimental steps were taking place .The facility also held the newly opened euthanaisa gas chambers.
The experts were esorcted into the depths of the facility, to section ‘genesis one’…the nerve centre of the new operation.
Stepping into the brightly lighted nerve centre, the newly arrived scientists were greeted by a wave of cheers from the gathered ministry scientists. Brigette Iesus herself made her way through the cheering group and embraced each of the arrivals in turn.
"HEIL THE REICH! HEIL PERFECTION! Praise…honour and glory to those who have answered the call of God!....now...lets show you around!"

Long after the meet and greet was finished, Bridgette sat at her desk. She looked over the files of the newly arrived and was greatly pleased.
Still…..she didn’t think her ‘team’ was complete…for now feotal and infant inpurity isolation/extermination was the issue but soon she had visions of engineered perfection…..no more playing ‘dice’ with genetics…

HARU had such experts and little ethics when it came to genetics manipulation….in fact only Iesus Christ within the Reich seemed to hold great issue with genetics alteration of humans…
Bridgette tapped her comm.
"General Robard…what was the name of that HARU institution that Miare is so keen on?"

Professor Kudaf adored the attention. At home recently he had been treated like something of a leper – his connection with the former sultan and his ‘ideas’ had left him as an outcast with the new regime.
He cursed his misfortune and the hypocrisy of the new sultan and her council of faith – they all used his research, they simply didn’t like to admit they needed men like him.
But here was different, at last people gave him the respect he deserved.
He unpacked his few belongings and smugly prepared for the time ahead.

"Ja?" Stanzi turned towards the voice who had interrupted her meeting with her highly trained, hand picked genetics specialists. This better be important she thought as she excused herself and walked towards her personal secretary, Captain Johns. He was careful to hide any emotion on his face yet Stanzi suspected something might be amiss for her to be interrupted during her work.

Of course, no one knew her exact schedule...she didn't really have one. She had been given a free reign over Blue Heaven. Her word was the final say in the compound and she worked when ever the spirit moved her. Thank god that was often. Dr. Stanzi Augusta lived her work. Finding new and exciting ways to rid the Reich of tainted bloodlines and create something or rather someone, after all we're talking about human beings here, she reminded herself new, something/one fresh, something/one whole that would serve the Reich...nay strengthen it was her passion.

'Ja, Captain Johns. What is it that is so important that you would interrupt my meeting?" she gestured towards her small hand picked group of scientists. They continued talking in hushed tones, presumably about the new batch of hume enhanced procedures that Stanzi had been discussing before she was interrupted.

"Dr. Stanzi, There's been a communique from General Robards." He didn't need to explain further; Brigitte wanted a report.

"Ja, get me Brigitte Iesus and if not her then General Robards. I simply must tell her about our great work here at Blue Heaven." She frowned for a moment temporarily turning her well defined intelligent face into a grimace. Should I mention Red Heaven?...no...better to wit until I work out the kinks. I want to show her..The Reich ..perfection

Red Heaven must be looked into Stanzi knew. Some of the orgs were found to have "glitches". Their genes went a bit haywire...somewhere... sometime the procedure went wrong leaving the perfect specimen of a human being a bit off. An expert INTEL agent might all of a sudden develop a conscience leaving him or her unable to carry out their jobs. Their destiny. Probably a latent gene passed down from an ancestor which suddenly made an appearance...but why? What was the cause? Stanzi didn't think this was a good time to inform Brigitte until she had some answers. Concrete answers. For now she was content to rattle off her report of the latest successes. Euthanasia? Who needed it. Those less pure "humans" would die out. They were discouraged from pro-creating. Propaganda did have its beauty.
HARU was way beyond that stage. The Blood and Honor Laws had been carried out ever since Maire Haru took over, God bless her. And Stazi was proud of it.

Dr. Stanzi was about to enter her private office to conference with Brigitte Iesus or Robards when Capt. Johns spoke up.

"Dr. Stanzi...there's also a message from a Clara Fines of Locke and Hobbes . She heads the Faciliation program there. The spokeswoman of our..er..your work so to speak. She says it's urgent."

"Did she leave any details?" Stanzi inquired.
"Only that you might have a candidate for White Heaven, She said you'd know what that meant."

"Ja, I'll get back to her. First Brigitte." Stanzi didn't have time to worry about half breeds wanting geneticly enhanced babies. Sure they could weed out the impure bloodline and strengthen up the strong DNA purities but that was a side project....except when it came to the new batch of "citizens from North Star. That would be a challenge. Not now she thought. Stanzi was busy enough trying to figure out what to do about Red Heaven.

God how she loved her work.

Bridgette personally lead the doctors around the newest areas of the facility.
"As you can see...we have made leaps and bounds forward...but still much of our knowledge of human genetic manipulation is ...not so advanced....decades of any form of human genetic alteration work being banned has left us far beyond...."
Bridgette lead the way through the ward, and stopped by the last bed,its occupant a tiny girl, the girl writhed in pain, soaked with sweat.
"our experiments to alter children as you can see have meet resistance..she like the rest will die soon enough..of course we will continue this line of research...genetic resequencing but ideally with your aid it wont be needed...we will have perfection from the womb!"
A grey looking straight backed doctor siddled up on the group.
Bridgette smiled warmly once she saw him.
"arh! Doctor I wish you wouldnt sneak up like that...this is our head of Proto acceleration...Doctor Von Graff"
The doctor saluted and a thick lavenrunz accent greeted his new colleagues
"Heil! it will be a pleasure to work with you on these wonders of science. Saddly our work so far hasnt come along as we would have liked, still amazing the things one finds when you arnt looking for them...now would you like to see our womb research unit?"

Dr. Stanzi and my family in Christ....I hear so much of your work...oh for the day that Iesus will be as open as HARU on this topic...still...with your help I am sure this day will come soon...
I pray you do not mind my constant interruptions of your work with my queries and requests....but the fact of the matter is I do so admire you and long to have your insight into our own fledgling works.
Yours in Christ
Bridgette

A letter to Dr Stanzi And Co.

OOC: Taggedy for reading perposes.

Professor Kudaf was impressed – not by the Iesus Christi technical skills[god knew they needed improving], but by their Will and desire to embrace the future. Bridgette showed character – she didn’t show a sign of concern over the dying test subject, she reserved her care for the experiment itself!
Kudaf shook the hand of Doctor Von Graff “pleasure to meet you, I am looking forward to working alongside you. Where I am from I do not get much of a opportunity to work with men of honor like yourself.”
Inwardly Kudaf was extatic. Here at last he could fulfil his dreams , like minded individuals and limitless resources. – he would achieve his dream - Inshalla

Bridgette and Von Graff showed the scientists around the last section...the euthanasia unit.
"of course this is our nerve centre...but action is carried out nation wide...and soon nationwide 'mercy chambers' like this one will open in ministry centres nation wide..."
Bridgette stopped the tour infront of the new sealed doors.
"naturally Iesus has a flaws currently...currently only children are processed but even now the process is being expanded to deal with the retarded..the flawed and the useless elderly...Project Mercy is only held back by our nations flawed understanding of God...
Gentlemen...you can help us...with your aid we wont have to waste resources cleaning filth from our people...Project Mercy will cease when we achieve the perfection God desires for us!
Understand gentlemen you have whatever you need to help us into this golden age....limitless funds...personal and test subjects.."
Bridgette tapped the control board by the door, and brought up on the control screen a live feed from the chamber...she watched calmly as the children struggled in their last minutes.
"gentlemen this cant go on...it is horrid...how can we waste such resources on these retarded filth...
Gentlemen...build me the future!"

"Jazak Allah Khair lady bridgette Iesus. May God reward you forever for what you do here. It will be my pleasure to work for such a great nation , and for such a great cause. honor to your name for all time"
Professor Kudaf wasnt a good muslim - he wasnt the type who prayed or who even really believed in God, but he believed in his work and thats what mattered here.
"May God indeed bless you!"

Nurse Helen Grentle was having a bad day...
No..bad didnt cover it...she sat in the pub, alone as usually and sulked over another day only worth forgetting. Her mind drifted to its usual thoughts...
It wasnt like she didnt love her country..hell no!
She'd been a nurse in the ministry medical corp for over 15 years..she'd given her youth to her country and was glad to have done it..of course she'd have liked to have had a social life...a man friend...hell..any friends would be good...but that was the price she paid for her patriotism..
38 and single..thats not that bad...still plenty of time...
Helen looked over her body...it wasnt unattractive...it was natural...yes..thats the word...natural...
A deep sigh went through her body...she'd given up her glorious youth and for what...working in a concentration camp!
She had once had such high ideals...she firmly believed in the right to Euthanize..the right to breed perfection...to master what God had given!
Yet now she was witness to things that made her wake up at night screaming... metahuman...Jew...criminals...all of 'em she'd witnessed go into the infernal complex of the different ministry centres..
Over 10 years she'd worked everywhere, seen everything...so many dark secrets...she had risen to high rank and status, Bridgette Iesus herself had awarded her the 'Iesus star' for her devotion to the cause and her help in certain 'family matters'. Now it all seemed hallow.
What good are awards when you cant sleep? What kind of woman can accept awards as she watches children be murdered for the crime of not being 'perfect'?
She still went to church every sunday, even if the priest gave her a odd look everytime he saw her ministry uniform. Even at church she was a outsider.
Helen played with the puddle of beer on the table, swirling her glass through it.
God what horrors would tommorow bring.
"can I sit here?"
Helen snapped back to the real world. her mind a blank as she looked up at the young navy officer.
"ummm....pardon but is this seat taken?"
Helen at last thought of words
"I guess not...no.."
"excellent. I'll sit here then!"
Helen wasnt about to complain, her ministry uniform put most people off...company..any company..was a welcome relief.
"Can I buy you a drink. I'm Charles Mcauslin, Officer onboard the submarine Regina caeli"

"One way or another ....I will tell you quite openly , we must finish off the Metahumans and their taint in our race. Lady Iesus has made this clear... But what should be done with the filth? Can you believe that they will be accommodated or have any role in the Reich? Can a deformed infant live in our paradise? Our Vegana brothers are showing the world the light of our racial purity ideals...yet still within the reich metahumans breath! Even here in Iesus the blood taint can be seen here in this very hospital!
Liquidate them !
Gentlemen, I must ask you to steel yourselves against all considerations of compassion. We must destroy the Metahumans wherever we find them, and wherever it is at all possible, in order to maintain the whole structure of the Reich ...
They have no place within the Reich...liquidate them Gentlemen...purge retardation from our blood....those of you in foriegn fields make North Star as pure as our home.......labour camps, Aid facilities and holding camps are no longer policy....only special treatment..."
General Robards. Christmas Speech to Ministry personal

Professor Kudaf watched the arrivals from his home country. North Star was now the major provider of Gjinn research patients.
In arabic the woman cursed him - his family and his entire line.Professor Kudaf laughed, he wasnt worried by such superstitious nonsense. He slapped her "Woman I am a man of science , your can not intimidate me. Now breath deeply of the gas and you'll soon meet your maker"
Kudaf fitted his respirator and picked up the stainless steel scalpel.

"...You will be pleased to find that our 'mercy centres' and other 'advanced' medical hospitals are running at peek efficiency. We are 'ending' thousands of useless units everyday, and the integration of the program into mainstream systems is running without a hitch. Undesirable genetic traits are being washed away by the project.....and Von Graff Boys are making sure for future perfection..
Still they can be abit of a headache...As you know, Bridgette has directed that Prof. Doctor Von Graff and co. be supplied with everything needed for his research work. We can hardly keep up with their demand....I cut him another 150 child units but they are always wanting more...Examples of unique retardation due to metahuman interbreeding are in high demand...Who'd have thought metahumans would be in demand again eh!
With the level of requirement we are moving units from North Star 'treatment' camps...even if we have to move fast before they get into the burner..Busy times...
Today I asked Commander Sievers to send a comm message to the 'Purity 1 HQ' asking, that fortyodd female metahuman units be procured at once for Graff because we couldnt meet his demand....bloody mad house around here...
Anyhow.
Hope you are well, Love to your wife.
Kevin"

Voice Message from Dr Kevin Kripp. Project 'Mercy' Doctor, purification expert.


Von Graff had never lost his Lavenrunz accent, nor did he want too. He was proud of his heritage , and proud of the outstanding results they had been getting. He reread the letter Bridgette had sent him...
....you are exceeding my wildest fantasies ...you have my eternal thanks...Men like you shall shape the world..
He sighed. What a woman.