[ WP ] An important press conference , with rows of cameras pointed at you . Dozens of journalists wait with bated breath , until finally you mutter , `` no comment '' into your microphone . The room explodes with excitement . One of them yells , `` this is going to be front page news across the planet ! ''

I hate ties. I really hate ties. This colorful piece of cloth is strangling me. I can hardly breathe as is… Yet here I stand; about to be lynched. My sentence has already been passed and I still have to get all dressed up for it all to be recorded. 
 
 
 I had worked my whole life without ever questioning my employers. I was a good solider and did what I was told. I had spent countless hours covered in sweat, soot, blood and tears because of my work. I ignored all other inquiries from everyone except for my direct superior who, luckily, was the head of all the offices and labs around the world. Even though my official rank was lower, my real ranking was superior to all in my unique field. My rank was even superior to my superior. I am, in fact, the most superior being there ever will be. 
 
 
 Hopefully. If I survive this lynching. 
 
 
 Well not lynching. I suppose we have surpassed that barbaric practice and many things these days. Yet I still have to die wearing a fucking tie. At least the newest and latest trend in capital punishment is death by pill. I bet that most of the civil world wishes I would die by tie or something much more gruesome. I guess in their eyes I am possibly the worst human ever since Hitler. 
 
 
 My superior and I were the best scientists that ever had existed. We had put the final touches on human medicinal research amid the turmoil of a third world war. My superior and I had created a “ cure-all ” vaccine. In fact we had created the vaccine that cured all diseases including the virus that I was later said to have created. With the weapon of near-immortality in hand, we finally brought the evil Asian Coalition of Russia, China, Iran and India to its knees since all humanity really just wants to live long and prosper free of disease and most pain. 
 
 
 She and I had created a new united world order. We left all the talking to the political types. Though since now I am standing here, I guess I pissed off a few too many of those types with my philanthropic practices. Part of me wishes I had only told a few about the whole cure-everything thingy. I am glad I didn ’ t since I would not have gotten this far into my research without all of the donations from those who had been given a disease free life. I ’ m glad the third time around I kept my mouth shut. 
 
 
 The second time around was a little different too. My superior had aided me in a massive discovery, someone had been watching. That person was the CIA ’ s elite force that was answerable to the President, and the President alone. They had found out that I had discovered immortality. I had helped create a method that modifies a bodies ’ current state of existence so that it continuously reconstructs itself to that specific point of being. The central point of regeneration is the largest clump of organic mass that survived whatever trauma the body as a whole had endured. My aging superior had decided to try it out first since she had long since lost her youth and had nothing else but science to live for. She faced the grueling and cruel tests without fail. 
 
 
 20 years of tests passed as I aged to my 54th birthday and she remained an ageless 65 at 85. Many marveled at the youth of 65 year colleague of mine and attributed her fortune to good karma. I however knew better as my final tests of revolting mutilation and “ murder ” unfolded under the watchful eye of the CIA. 
 
 
 As my colleague and I celebrated the final results with a bottle of champagne, a giant worldwide massacre of our co-workers occurred and we were abducted. We then found ourselves bound in a room full of the few hundred world elite. We had the secret to immortality and we were only going to give it to them and no one else under the threat of eternal torture. 
 
 
 So we obliged their selfish needs while they justified their mass slaughter of a whole charitable conglomerate to the world. They were not done there yet however. 
 
 
 They had made one flaw. They thought I was mortal still. 
 
 
 I soon found myself standing here in a stupid tie as they announced the final verdict of the military tribunal. I am the worst war criminal according to the civil world that I was once a part of. According to the United States of America and all allied countries; I am the worst spy. I am the worst turncoat that had ever lived. I had not only provided the means to kill millions, I provided all the tools necessary to perform said task. I had sold the evil Asian Coalition the best weapon of mass destruction. The best biological virus ever created. It killed only humans that had not been vaccinated. The victims of said virus just so happened to be half of USA and allied forces. Though it was true that I was once hailed as the hero when I had claimed I had duplicated a vaccine for said virus, I was soon reviled as the virus ’ co-creator. 
 
 
 The media knows that my place of work was purged by the ALL intelligence agencies. At first there was a massive public outcry over all the raid shootings and untried deaths. Outrage soon followed as convincing false accusations came out against a well-known public figure: Yours Truly of course. The worldwide media storm that followed was so loud and strong that both my superior ’ s and my words of protest were no longer heard. 
 
 
 After all, who would believe me now? I am the best worst false war criminal there ever was. 
 
 
 My colleague and I had created immortality. I had not yet been able to make myself immortal according to the most secret of documents on Earth. Yet we had not yet created eternal youth. Little did they know my colleague and I had reached our collaborative peak. 
 
 
 I became closest to the divine in those last 20 years. I had created eternal youth amidst the ongoing tests on and with my colleague. Though no one knew that. To the watchful eye of the CIA, I looked like I was just tinkering with machines and samples to assure that my colleague returns from death ’ s door. I had been actually refining the process of making one ’ s self immortal. 
 
 
 Through some luck I stumbled upon a method to retain the perfect ideal age to exist while still possessing eternal life. I had been waiting for the first immortality method to be long-established before I would tell my colleague of my discovery. I would have told her had she not informed the new elite that she certain that I was not immortal. 
 Well, I believe I would have I suppose… 
 
 
 I can ’ t wait to be in front of these reporters in 100 years when I tell them I also know how to kill immortals. They can sit back and enjoy as I publicly “ die ” for them. 
 
 
 Finally. I ’ m glad that stupid President got a good gloat for those goon ’ s cameras. It only took her 20 minutes to. I ’ m surprised. She took hours back in the holding room before we went on stage. I guess I ’ m still trying to wrap my head around this immortality thing since I can not wait to see the true shock, awe and disappointment Mrs. President has to endure in the future. I can not wait to kill the new god of the world. Until then I must endure. 
 
 
 She turned her face towards myself. Her eyes gleamed with a haughty wickedness that I couldn ’ t wait to remedy. 
 “ I have known you for many years yet I do not know if these old bones of mine can handle seeing this filth ’ s face any longer. I suppose that even filth like you deserve their last few rights. Any last words to redeem yourself in the eyes of a former colleague and former friend? How about it Judas? ” 
 
 
 Bitch. The crowd is almost jittering. I ’ m surprised nothing but a few pens, shoes and saliva have struck me. Especially after that wonderful farce of a speech. Hmm… Well here it goes… 
 
 
 “ I may have been your savior for a time but now I am your curse. We live and we die yet karma is kind. ” 
 
 
 I pause for a moment. I hope I yelled loud enough. I ’ m surprised that my words could mute this hateful crowd. I guess that ’ s what happens when I don ’ t get a microphone shoved into my face. I was about to continue my well-thought-out final words a reporter laughed and shouted; “ Yeah! It sure got you here for sure! ” 
 
 
 The crowd roared. I couldn ’ t help but smile a little. I ’ m glad there is still some humor left after the war. 
 
 
 My former colleague now president turned to me and grinned. “ You have anything else to say? ” 
 
 
 I laughed and grinned back at her and said “ No comment. ” 
 
 
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 Edit: noob at formatting and reddit posting 
 
 
 Edit2: still a noob at formatting. 
 
 
 Edit3: editing editing noob posts.
