[ WP ] A serial murderer who has performed 100 's of inhumane experiments is caught . His research suggests he has found cures for several major diseases and wo n't divulge unless all charges are dropped .

I waited patiently in my cell for the judgement that -- I knew -- would be inevitable. The recent pandemic scares, the increasing panic of the boomer generation as diseases began to strike them and their childhood heroes down... the political climate was ripe for the deal that I had offered them. It would haunt them for the rest of their lives, but I would sleep well. The ends justify the means, and the horrors I had perpetuated were nothing compared to those being suffered every day, horrors that they knew I could stop. 
 
 I looked up from my cot as the lock at the door turned, and rose just as a trio of suited men walked inside. I did n't recognize them. I was n't surprised; I expected that whoever came to make the deal would be a stranger to me, the short-sighted fools I'd been dealing with did n't have that sort of authority. 
 
 `` We have some good news, Doctor,'' the head agent - of whatever agency he belonged to, as I noticed he was curiously absent a security badge, `` They've decided to take your deal. All charges dropped in exchange for the vaccines and cures that you've developed. 
 
 I smiled a carefully neutral smile, one hand coming up to adjust my glasses. I could n't let them assume I felt glee at'getting away' from my crimes, after all. I took no pleasure in it. It was merely necessary. 
 
 `` Excellent,'' I said, `` The ends, gentlemen, justify the means. I was certain that reasonable people would come to this... what are you doing?'' 
 
 Confusion struck as I watched one of the other men start to strip the sheets off my cot, and I looked back to the head agent for an explanation. 
 
 `` Unfortunately,'' he continued mildly, `` We also have bad news. You'll never get the chance to pass your work on to society.'' 
 
 The hands that gripped my arms were strong, rough as they turned me back towards my cot despite my struggles. A vantage that let me see as my sheets were twisted into what I knew was a noose. 
 
 `` What -- why? This is insanity, my work would benefit the world --'' 
 
 `` You do n't think you were the first, did you, Doctor,'' the head agent observed with a slow shake of his head, `` We've had these cures for many years.'' 
 
 As I was forced up onto the cot, as the noose was slid around my neck, the last words I heard were from that damnable man. 
 
 `` It's about population control, you see...''
