{ WP } People are convinced , despite constant denial , that you are the one destined to save the world from an alien invasion . You 're actually not the one .

The `` Chosen One'' is what the world has taken to calling me. The reality of the situations is I am just Tim Doyle. There is nothing special about me, other than my DNA. 
 
 The alien probe landed on Earth twenty-seven years ago. Organic material was discovered within the probe as well as a mathematical equation constructed in binary. Quickly it was clear the organic material eroded anything it came into contact with, including human flesh. It took multiple years to discover the binary code was a countdown. A countdown which will end seven hours from now. 
 
 Engineering geneticists also found that there could be extremely rare cases in which human DNA was immune to the organic material. Having mapped the human genome several hundred years prior to landing of the probe, the North American Partnership was able to construct a DNA strain that was completely immune. 
 
 After a worldwide mandated survey of genetic material no living soul was found to have this genetic makeup. That is till I was born. Timothy Martin Doyle, born 11:34AM, day 246, in the Northern Province. 
 
 DNA testing was mandatory at birth and my DNA fit the profile 99.99987 %. From the time I was born world leaders revered me at the savior to the planet. Throughout my childhood I was a lab rat. I did not enjoy that time. Then in my teens the testing stopped. I knew that my DNA was not a perfect match and that it did n't destroy the organic material and that it was only immune. I'm sure some higher government officials knew too, but to keep the populace from anarchy and chaos, the government and myself kept up the lie. 
 
 Now we are seven hours away from their landing. WASA informs me that they can see a fleet of alien ships on the outer edges of the solar system. I've made peace with my species impeding death a long time ago. I just hope it will be swift. 
 
 Cousiler Wen pulls me aside from the viewing room. We walk down a hall that I have never been down before. Twisting and turning throughout the compound I find myself lost. I finally ask, `` Where are we going councilor?'' 
 
 `` To save the world,'' the councilor replied. 
 
 As the final word left his mouth he opened a door to a balcony perched high above a vast warehouse filled with soldiers spaced in perfect rows. The number of soldiers seemed endless. So far I could not see the end of the line. 
 
 `` I do not understand Counselor.'' 
 
 `` Soldiers!!!'' Counselor Wen yelled, `` Remove your helmets!!!'' 
 
 Each soldier in perfect unison removed their helmets to reveal their faces. Each one had the exact same face as Timothy. 
 
 `` You will not be saving the world Timmy. They will.'' 

