I have always dreamed of revolution.

Something that would send ripples through the world, tear it at the very seam— and turn it upside down.

Think of an hourglass. If there‘s a quake, it will shake, shake, shake and, if the quake is forceful enough, it will flip.

How wondrous! My hands ache for the sense of new discovery, of breakthrough!

That is why I schemed. A grand scheme indeed it is that I have devised.

Unfortunately, I ran into countless issues as I was trying to create a substance that could transmute living beings into higher entities. But I have persisted. And I will until I reach my goal.

What I want to achieve is the perfect creation.

It needs a lot of fine tuning to make certain parts of the body change exactly the way I want them to. I am almost finished on that. The alterations I have thought of and implemented in rats and other small animals are something I am rather proud of.

However, humans are different.

I was not able to try my “Godsoup“, as I call it, on humans yet. I had to perfect it first, to make people agree. But would they agree to let me change their bodies at my will? At the risk of their lives?

It doesn‘t matter to me whether they want it or not. What I need are test subjects, damn it!

The only problem left to solve is changing human body parts, which are much larger than and built differently from rats‘, without destroying them or killing the subject, and then creating a formula that can be used generally, taking into account that there are different body types and races.

Key to that is, of course, that the subjects don‘t die on me during the transformation, as it is equal to causing evolution to happen but at a pace that‘s about a million years faster than the natural process.

It _is_ a challenge. And that makes it all the more thrilling.

All I need are subjects…

A voice tears me from my thoughts.

“Mr. Wen, the samples you asked for are ready.“

I turn around abruptly, raising my fist in a sudden fit of rage. A habit of mine. I don‘t like it when people interrupt me while I‘m thinking.

_Ah, shit. What dumbass is—_

My assistant stares at me, her face a question mark. “Mr. Wen? Do you want me to organize them for you or will you take a look right now?“

_Calm down._

I put on my friendliest smile and take the samples. “I shall take care of this. But before that, Sylvia— could you help me with my experiments? There‘s something I‘m a bit…. stuck on.“ My smile does not falter for a second as a brilliant plan forms in my brilliant mind.

Sylvia gives me a curious look and follows me to a separate lab which I somehow got permission to operate for. This room is to work on my Godsoup, whereas in the other lab, with my partners, I work on my cover-up. That is, vaccine for some boring disease.

“I‘ve been wanting to have a look at what you do here for some time now,“ Sylvia said.

_Yes, keep talking_, I think. Let her keep distracting herself so that I can make my preparations…

Done.

“Sylvia,“ I say, diluting three drops of modified Godsoup in a glass of water. I hand her the glass.

“Remember to stay hydrated.“

“But Mr. Wen, we‘re not allowed to eat or drink in the lab.“

I smile conspiratorially. “I‘m giving you permission right now. Since it‘s only the two of us.“

She takes the glass. I gaze at her, hungrily. I‘m so close…

“Thanks, I‘ve been so absorbed in work that I didn‘t drink all day.“

There we go. The soup is down.

As she realizes, her face changes. There‘s something in her eyes that tells me I won‘t see “Sylvia“ as I know her— as a human— ever again. It‘s not just the shock in her eyes.

There was a light before, kind of like a sign that she is in there. Similar to a warning vest that kids wear in the dark sometimes.

But when she took my potion, it flickered… and died.

I blink. Before I can grasp this feeling, the moment is gone.

Her body changes, legs growing longer, fangs breaking out of her mouth, and her nails become claws.

This is the moment I had waited for. The revolution I dreamed of.

Glorious! More, MORE!

A laugh reverberates in my breast, resounding in the lab as Sylvia bleeds where her limbs tore to let new ones, better ones sprout.

When the transformation is complete, I sink to my knees in reverance.

_You really made it, Jay. _

I have created perfection. I have created… a God.

So I take my Godsoup and shove it down my own throat.