[ WP ] Global suicide rates rises rapidly . The governments deny responsibility . You know better .

The world churned. An inferno ravished the land. They lowered his body into the land. The charred ashes clogged the throats of the dwellers. Salt burrowed its way deep beneath the surface. Prayer hymnals stumbled their way from the throats of the mourners. The world burned. Soil, salted, damp, dead soil began to cover his coffin. An accident, they had declared, a suicide; a lie, she cried. Her world burned. 
 
 She blinked. She was back in her lab, trembling hands perched over her keyboard. A spreadsheet lay plastered over her screen, the sterile reaper reporting its harvest. Her husband's death was a statistic that would throw the world into a lathered hysteria. Sven million dead, Roger now tallied. The cost of the lie, $ 1300 per death. $ 9.1 billion spent worldwide to categorize the deaths as suicides. She sent the reaper to report to any news agency or political organization that would still accept her files. The worm has turned. 
 
 Her research, one of the worlds most dangerous reapers, still continued unabated. Long taken from her hands and put into the hands of the unscrupulous. A boon turned curse. Her curse. Roger's doom. Energy vampires. Those who used her minuscule drones to siphon marrow and brain cells. The wealthy and powerful who used *her* to attain a pseudo-immortality. Unacceptable. 
 
 She bit deep into her hand, trembling was for those who could afford it. She moved. Fingers accustomed to healing and salvation now created anathema. They called her the forerunner of the robotic age. She would now herald its end. She glanced back at her monitors. The fool had n't searched hard enough, the server still had her admin credentials ferreted away. She disabled the drone's matching algorithm, no longer would the innocent's materials be morphed into compatibility with the user's bodies. Their blood would reject it, poisoning them, slowing their thoughts and bodies. She got up, pausing only to sabotage the system, making it nearly irreparable, for she was off to find Roger. One more suicide to add to the spreadsheet. 
 

