The trouble with science is that it will inevitably go wrong; the essence of thought that changes evolution, Mother Nature’s plan for the course of the world, is sometimes the start of such a scandal, or maybe just a blunder. A blunder that could and would change the wellbeing of mankind, a race that would never be able to go home again. Accidents happen and mistakes are made; but they can be revised, unless of course that is that they are not unearthed in time.

That’s me, Rita, Standing under a sheet of blue twilight debating whether to have another round of Odium, or whether to head home. The decision to have another round was a fatal one, leading me to despair and eventually to my downfall. My tutor used to say that the only thing that he couldn’t teach me was when to stop, as that I would have to decide for myself. The time to stop was now yet the desires and urges to continue were too great. I headed back to the golden stallion a bar west side of cheap side. This is where I met Edward, an estate agent from London. His smile was bland yet his prospects were great. I forced myself upon him. He couldn’t resist, and this was a mistake which would cost him his life. It wasn’t his fault, it was his naivety. Another soul added to my soul count another breath of redemption. For too succeed, sacrifices were going to have to be made. At 8 I was told I was a failure at 18 I was told I was an angel and at 28 I was told I was guilty. I’m not a failure. I’m not an angel and I’m not guilty. I’m Rita King, I’m 38 years old and I have the body of an 18 year old. Welcome to the future my friend.