[ WP ] SCIENCE is a `` fix-it-all '' chemical you can inject in almost anything . Mechanical , biological , digital etc . etc .

A man is standing in the middle of a small medical building. In one hand is a small duffel bag. In the other, a pistol. He is visibly upset. He slides a chair and sits down. He has three hostages, two women and one boy huddled up in a corner. 
 
 Sergeant Garret watches him do this from the mobile command post in the parking lot. 
 
 `` Are there any windows?'' asked Garret. 
 
 `` No, sir.'' replied the officer at the desk. `` We ca n't slip a microphone through, we ca n't get snipers to take him out. We're out of options, sir.'' 
 
 `` No, there's one thing I can think of.'' said Garret. `` I'll talk to him.'' 
 
 In 2034, Garret was a bit of a rarity. He did use antiquated tactics when it came to hostage situations. Most sergeants in his positions would opt to blast this man, but Garret had different motivations. He, as a cop, was much more interested in justice than power. 
 
 Garret entered the building and walked to the door that was flanked by two men in riot gear. He tapped them aside and rapped on the door. 
 
 `` I do n't want to talk!'' exclaimed the man inside. 
 
 `` That's real unfortunate sir; it's the only option you have.'' replied Garret. 
 
 `` Do n't come in!'' the man exclaimed again, this time choking up. `` I swear to god, if you come in 
 
 Garret did n't let him finish the sentence. He opened the door casually, as if he was entering the wash room. His hands were level with his shoulders, showing surrender to the man in the center of the room. The man got up and pointed his gun at Garret. 
 
 `` I told you not to come in.'' said the man. 
 
 `` Well, your mother told you not to point guns at other people.'' said Garret, with a twinge of sass. `` But, naturally, desperate times call for desperate measures. What are yours?'' 
 
 The man looked confused. 
 
 `` Let's try again. What's your name?'' asked Garret, pulling a chair and sitting down infront of the man. 
 
 `` You're not going to get my name.'' 
 
 `` Could you at least tell me why you're doing this?'' 
 
 The man let tears fall from his face. He slumped back down in the chair opposite of Garret. `` I.. my daughter.'' 
 
 Garret's face sunk. These were all to common. Family and friends trying to steal the new magic cure-all. 
 
 `` What... does she have?'' 
 
 `` HIV'' 
 
 `` From who?'' 
 
 `` Me.'' 
 
 `` That's a real noble act of you. Putting your kid's needs in front of your own. I want to be as great a dad as you, sir.'' 
 
 Garret was appealing to the man. It worked every time. 
 
 `` Do n't try to fucking appease me, man.'' 
 
 Not this time. 
 
 `` Look, sir, we have programs we can put your daughter into. We can cure her, we can teach her important skills, give her experiences that will make it easier to get a job, a home, a 
 
 `` I know what you pigs do to those who do this!'' the man yelled. `` You seriously think I did n't do my research? You make them into guinea pigs for your experiments; you train them to be big fucking soldiers; you make them into the government's pawns!'' 
 
 `` Look, it's the only option you have if you want your daughter to be cured.'' implored Garret. `` Some things are objectionable, but I can make sure that she gets into the very best programs.'' 
 
 `` I ca n't trust you with that.'' brooded the man. 
 
 `` It's your only option. I'm sorry, but you can still visit her once you get out of prison. If I could offer you any other options, I would. But this is a one way road. A question with one solution.'' 
 
 `` There's another way.'' said the man, calmly. 
 
 `` That being?'' asked Garret. 
 
 The man quickly raised his gun to Garret's head and pulled the trigger.
