“Why did you do it?”
“That’s a stupid question.”
“Is it?”
“It’s stupid because I had to do it.”
“Why did you have to do it?”
The boy said nothing. His dark eyes were wet.
“Why did you have to do it?” Rudy asked again.
“Because.”
“Because why?”
“Because I’m afraid.”
“What are you afraid of?”
Tears filled the boy’s eyes and he turned away again. He sat for a long time staring at his reflection. The lights were low and that side of the room was in shadows. It distorted the boy’s reflection, made him look older, as if the mirror was actually a window through which the boy could see his future self. A tear broke and rolled down one of his cheeks.
“I’m afraid I’m going to go to Hell,” said the boy.
Rudy paused. “Hell? Why do you think that? Why would you go to Hell?”
“Because,” said the boy quietly, “I’m evil.”
Chapter One Hundred Eleven
The Chamber of Myth
Tuesday, August 31, 2:22 A.M.
Time Remaining on the Extinction Clock: 33 hours, 38 minutes E.S.T.
Hecate and Paris stood there, surrounded by the wonders they had created, and both of them felt as if the world had been pulled out from under them.
“Mengele?” Paris whispered. “I don’t…” He shook his head, unable to finish.
“You still don’t get it, do you?” said Cyrus, his eyes glittering. “Everything I’ve done has been toward one end. To purify the world. Tomorrow I’ll send a coded message to operatives all over the world. Some will release the bottled water; others will release pathogens into the water supplies; others will send computer viruses out that will crash the CDC and other organizations. In one coordinated movement a process will be set into motion that cannot be stopped. Nothing on earth can prevent the spread of the pathogen once released into the populations of the mud people.”
“ ‘Mud people,’ ” Hecate murmured. She looked dazed, her eyes glazed.
“Why?” asked Paris. “Why do… this?”
“To complete the work Otto and I began more than half a century ago. Otto, you see, is a nickname from his boyhood. His real name, his birth name, is Eduard Wirths. He was the Chief Medical Officer of the entire camp. He was my boss,” Cyrus said with a laugh.
“Well, only for a while,” said Otto. To the Twins he added, “Your father was and is brilliant. When he came to the camps as a young captain I was immediately entranced by his vision, by his insights. Every day we would work on the prisoners in the camps and then we’d talk late into the evening, reviewing our research, excited by the directions it was taking, by the possibilities it presented. We were doing the work that would make the dream of eugenics practical. But even then we knew that the science at our disposal was not adequate to the tasks. So we planned. We built a network of scientists and supporters who would continue the work long after Hitler’s war was over. Even in the early days your father and I knew that the war would never be won by Germany. But it didn’t matter. Our plan for the New Order of humanity was so much bigger than the aspirations of a single nation.”
“We knew what we had to do,” said Cyrus, taking up the thread of the story. “We hired spies to keep tabs on everyone who was doing work that would support our cause. Not just Germans, but Russians, and Americans. Even Jews. Anyone who was doing progressive research. When the war started going badly we had our friend Heinrich Haeckel smuggle copies of all of the research out of the country. Unfortunately, Haeckel suffered several strokes and was unable to communicate to us the location of the materials. Even then, though, we did not stop, did not falter. We built the Cabal-a network of scientists, spies, and assassins unlike anything the world had ever seen. Even today there are arms of the Cabal in every country, in every government. Your patron, Sunderland… his brother is a member of the Cabal; so is the man you called Hans Brucker, the man you hired to lead your hunts. Brucker is a product of our cloning program, along with many others who share his unique skill set.”
Here Cyrus flicked a glance at Conrad Veder, but Veder missed it. He was watching Tonton, who had been very slowly edging toward a security phone mounted on the wall. If the big man took two more steps, Veder would shoot him.
Paris shook his head. “This is all… too much. Why do this? What could you possibly gain from killing so many people?”
“Change,” said Cyrus. “The Extinction Wave will ultimately eliminate all nonwhites. All of them. And the whites who survive will have to fight for the right to dominate and rebuild the world.”
“You’re a fucking madman!” yelled Paris. “Both of you. You want to kill millions of people?”
“No, Paris,” said Cyrus, “not millions.
“What… what do you mean?”
“The Extinction Wave is not our first attempt,” said Otto. “If you count the attempts that yielded only moderate results, this is our tenth phase. Phase six was our biggest success.”
“This will be much, much bigger,” said Cyrus.
“What was phase six?” asked Hecate.
Otto smiled like a vulture. “Your father took a disease that had presented in several chimpanzees and rhesus monkeys and reengineered it to work on humans. He released it into certain test populations in the late 1970s. It didn’t catch on as fast as we liked, but it gained a lot of traction in the eighties.”
Paris paled. “God… you’re talking about AIDS.”
“HIV,” Otto corrected, “but yes. It was introduced to homosexuals in the United States and Canada and then to the general population of Africa. It’s been quite effective.”
“You’re insane.”
“You keep saying that,” said Cyrus. “And while I admit that I do have some ‘moments,’ if you call me insane again I’ll have your hands cut off.”
“Why didn’t you tell us this before?” asked Hecate.
Cyrus shrugged. “I was waiting to see how you matured. We wanted to see if you had the qualities we hoped you’d have. The qualities we tried to build into you.”
Hecate’s lips parted as his words sank in. “We’re part of your experiment, aren’t we?”
“Everything I do serves the New Order.”
Paris gagged. His eyes were wide and fever bright as understanding sank in.
Hecate looked at the white purity of her hand. “The story has always been that we were special. Cosmic children… all of that stuff. But we’re just part of a breeding program to make superior beings.”
“To make superior white beings,” corrected Otto. “Let’s keep perspective.”
Paris whirled and threw up into the bushes. The winged serpent on the tree branch hissed and flew away.
“I always said he had no stomach,” Cyrus said to Otto, who inclined his head. “We knew fifteen years ago that you were weak, Paris. You were the evidence that breeding programs would not be the answer. Even with the genetic manipulation to give you extra strength and intelligence, you’re still weak. That’s why the SAMs are so important.”
“ ‘SAMs’?” echoed Hecate. “The boy that looks like you, the one at the Deck. I’m sure I saw another one that looked just like him. Are they your sons?”
“No. Children have proven to be such a disappointment.”
“Then… what?”
“He’s
