Long ago, I pledged my life to opposing these monsters. Since then, I have lost everything dear to me, driven to the edge of madness in my quest for knowledge and vengeance. Now, one step away from victory, why do I feel more trepidation than triumph? What insidious plan does the Master have for humankind?
Humanity’s survival was never certain. We came close to perishing many times before. In the 1300s, the bubonic plague killed over 20% of the humans on the globe. It took 300 years to restore the world’s population. Later, the Spanish flu infected more than half the people on Earth and killed 75 million before we were able to recover. And then science rose, and humanity flourished. The population soared to more than 7 billion. Our advancements brought us all closer together. We lost our fear. We believed we no longer had any predators. We believed in the primacy of science and technology. But 41 days was all it took from the day an airplane arrived carrying this plague to the moment when mankind stood on the precipice of destruction. Humanity teetered on the edge of the abyss. All it needed was one small push, or a final, last-ditch rescue.
For every stride, every turn toward goodness people make, we want to believe that the progress is lasting. Irreversible. We wanted to believe this so badly that we let down our guard. And our own evil crept back into us.