December 12th 1977. Provincia de Buenos Aires, Argentina.
The morning star gleamed bright on Litvac’s window the dawn that followed. He had spent the night at his country office, studying texts that were too dangerous and controversial to carry with him off site. His secret library was rich in obscure manuscripts, which he had painstakingly collected since he was out of high school. As a young physician, he had shown considerable promise and achieved recognition among his peers. Now, at forty-five years of age, his true career was reaching new heights.
The Effect of Fear on Mutational Patterns In Human Germ Cells, read the title on his desk. On the shelves, dozens of unpublished studies on cloning methods and genetic engineering sat beside well-known textbooks on psychology and human conditioning. The six o’clock drill had begun, and it was time for him to test his skills on the recently arrived prisoners.
“Bring me Lucas Freund,” he ordered through a black receiver.
“Number 1712!” yelled Nuñez to his inferiors. As the right hand of the notorious Professor, the federal was the only officer allowed knowledge of the true identity of the captives; he had just enough capacity to keep a running log of names and their numeric counterparts in his precarious brain. Obese, un-kept, uneducated and thoroughly bestial in manners and demeanor, he was a caricature of fermented sloppiness, a suitable counterpart to the Professor’s cold, calculating and polished character.
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