[ WP ] All births consist of 2 identical twins . One good and one evil ...

“ It ’ s quite simple actually, ” I tell the young mother. “ We will schedule weekly checkups and observe their development. Through interaction with their environment we will determine which of them has evil tendencies. Then, before a year has passed the selection will be made. ” 
 
 She ’ s looking at me, hands clasped on her baby bump. Her eyes are vacant and bloodshot. Around her shoulders her husband has draped his arm. His face is buried in her shoulder. I ignore their distress and gather the papers on my desk, neatly stacking them to perfection. 
 
 “ Now, ” I continue after giving the pair some time to deal with the news, “ If you don ’ t have anymore questions I ’ ll see you at our next session in two weeks. ” 
 
 As one, they get up and exit my office. I slowly bring my coffee mug to my mouth and sip. I feel my mouth arch into a smirk. I never cease to enjoy myself at work. I pick up the phone and dial my secretary. 
 
 “ Sandy, I ’ ve just let the Beatties leave. Are there anymore appointments for today? ” I take another sip of coffee, the dark brew seeping over my taste buds. 
 
 “ No sir. You are free to leave. ” 
 
 “ Excellent, ” I hang up the phone and stand with a flourish. I arrange my chair and desk so that everything is perfect for the next day. Yes, I say to myself with an internal chuckle, everything must be perfect. 
 
 I pass the young couple who have resorted to sobbing in the waiting room. I roll my eyes at the sight and then smirk again. As first time parents they hadn ’ t known that all births consist of two identical twins. After all, they didn ’ t know they themselves were born with a twin. To find out that only the ‘ good ’ twin is permitted to live is always a shock to those oblivious fools. I, as the leading expert in twin behavioral deductions, had developed the procedure and protocol that identified and eliminated the ‘ evil ’ twin. 
 
 All for the sake of this ‘ perfect ’ utopia. 
 
 I walk home whistling. I loved the control and power my job brought. I passed each day laughing at the population's blind ignorance. Especially since I, by the very laws I helped write, should not be alive. This Utopia had corrupted everyone into thinking the entire population was ‘ good ’. This meant that they weren ’ t able to recognize ‘ evil ’ even when it stole their children. 
 
 My lips peel back to reveal a toothy and predatory smile. 
 
 “ Yes, ” I say to the world, “ Everything is perfect. Just keep believing that and your puny little minds will have peace. ” 

