Messiah

Cristos Brightlight was pacing the main laboratory of the research facility named after him - and he was absolutely, positively livid.

"Listen. Here is exactly what has been slowing our research down: 'There are moral implications'." He emphasized 'moral' like it was the most disgusting excrement ever produced by a living being. "There is evidence this may have significant side effects." Cristos counted a two on outstreched fingers. "Immortality is a great potential achievement, but is it worth this risk?" A three. He paused, smiling slightly, patiently - only to absolutely lose his shit the second after, screaming loudly enough his research personnel collectively flinched: "This. is. about. fucking. immortality!" Then, continuing less loudly: "Risk is not a big factor here. Neither is morality and frankly, it never was. Which part of this have you not fully comprehended?" He paused again, continuing much more level-headed. "We, you have a chance to become a footnote in history, maybe even more. Do not waste it." He picked up the clipboard he had dropped on the counter next to him as if to leave, but then continued in a factual tone: "I understand some of you take issue in the use of Serum Omicron after the limited tests we did. That the potential first patient treated with it would not understand the risks involved." He looked to Ms. Kaiser, a young but highly talented physician that had been involved in developing the actual process around the serum. "I ask you to start the Serum Omikron Process on the first human subject, beginning tomorrow morning. Patient: moi".

The silence around him deepened while he left the room. After he was gone for a few seconds, Ms. Kaiser spoke carefully, as if to not startle anyone further: "Oh gods, he is actually going to have me do that, isn't he."