[ TT ] You make the weapons . Tell me about your customers . And the weapons .

**EDIT: Oops, I did n't notice/have never seen the [ TT ] tag before now. ** 
 
 I was a true healer, a man of death. You might wonder how it could be that I could kill by healing, and it'd be a fair question. The first time I saved a life - and I mean truly saved a life for which there had been no hope - I felt a rush of adrenaline like no other. 
 
 A bullet to the head, the heart, the kidney. Left to bleed out for hours. How could there be any hope in such a situation? I can say with great certainty that my first test subject had been quite worried the moment the gun went off, after all that test subject had been me! The feeling of entering that chamber not knowing if all the years of testing on models had worked, if I was laying down in my own coffin or waking up to take my first breath in a new life. That rush had been the sudden feeling of living a new life, like waking from a dream. Only the bullets in that dream were real. 
 
 I'm sure that right now you're thinking: `` what a loon!'' While it might seem impetuous to test the device in such an extreme situation so readily, you'll be happy to know I complied with all ethical standards. I and everyone I knew were going to die in the next few months. You see, in my time, things are darker. Several decades ago, the people in power lost all control. They wanted to keep people like my parents down. People who wanted to see real change in the system of oppression, not petty tributes and vainly empathetic speeches. They did n't want more of the formula, they wanted a new one. 
 
 After many years of fighting, the old regimes of the world stared into the sunset, revenge hung in the air. It was in the final minutes of this twilight that the old powers unleashed a vengeance of their own. A complex mixture of viruses, bacteria, and chemicals designed to mutate and destroy a population. It was fatal. Highly fatal. Yet the disease took several years to run its course. In bitter defeat, they spread it around the survivors and then left this world forever, taking its greatest resources with them. Ours was a dying world. Their new home was a utopia, built on the backs of the people they left behind. 
 
 We tried repeatedly to cure the disease, but it was perfectly designed to defeat the human body. Nothing we tried seemed to make any difference. Nothing that was, until the day I stepped out of that chamber. As I opened my eyes, I looked to my left, through the glass, at the pod beside me. Blood streamed down over my eyes, congealed on my face. I felt then that I might have discovered something wonderful. However, it was not until later, when the first ships left, that I knew I had created the weapon which would finally put the old regimes to bed. 

