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The Elitism of Calvin Hubert
As the world had just begun to scratch the surface of genetics with the identification of DNA in 1944, a trio of Adolf Hitler's handpicked scientists commenced the first in a series of gene manipulation trials. In an attempt to understand the innate attributes of a human being, these scientists took it upon themselves to create the ideal person, an individual with the highest physical and mental capability —the superhuman. Using their own blood and tissue, the scientists experimented with a host of drugs, stimulants, and electrical impulses in order to reconfigure the cellular structure to the flawless foundation of the Aryan race. After many long, grueling tests, the trio somehow succeeded in combining their DNA and essentially cloning their “better” characteristics. The outcome was a healthy, blond-headed, blue-eyed male infant with an eerily quiet countenance. By all accounts the child never blinked, almost as if his eyes continually siphoned all information and filed it somewhere within their deep azure pools.
Before the scientists could replicate the experiment, let alone perfect the procedure, the Allied Forces attacked the facility. The scientists hurriedly destroyed their research, setting all the files and chemicals ablaze in minutes. But before they could complete their objective, a squad of American OSI Agents rushed into the lab. The agents, specifically one Sergeant Oliver Hubert, stared in horror as a scientist dangled a helpless infant over a staircase engulfed in flames as his comrades looked on feverishly. Responding in unison, the agents gunned down the unburdened scientists, while Hubert leapt toward the scientist holding the baby. With a swift, precise twist of the wrist, Hubert wrestled the child away from his tormentor. Subsequently, the scientist pulled away defensively and tripped over the staircase. The inferno welcomed one of its creators with a resounding roar.
Reasoning that the Nazis had most likely kidnapped the child for their sadistic experiments, Hubert had every intention of returning him to his rightful parents. However, as his squad made their way back toward their encampment, Hubert began to second guess his decision. The infant had barely blinked or made a sound throughout the whole ordeal or thereafter. Instead of whining for food or drink, the child simply tapped its mouth and tugged on Hubert's shirt sleeve to indicate hunger. Similarly, when the baby needed to expel its bowels, he tapped his bottom. Amazingly, the child never once soiled himself. Believing that the trauma or the experiments had somehow matured the lad, Hubert became increasingly intrigued . . . and yet saddened. Hubert wondered if the change could only be limited toward the child's enhanced mental awareness. Physically the child appeared whole and healthy, but emotionally he seemed somehow deadened. Hubert rarely glimpsed any shift in the child's facial features, and those only occurred in response to taste and smell. Sudden noises only caught his attention but never startled him. Laughter nor crankiness were ever expressed, only weak imitations at a smile. Several weeks had passed before Hubert realized that those smiles were copies of his own. It was in that moment Hubert understood why he had found the child and refused to let anyone else look after him. Hubert had been charged with nurturing the child's remaining humanity and perhaps restoring what the Nazis had stolen from him.
Years passed with little change in the boy's behavior. Hubert had adopted the child and named him Calvin for his brother who had fallen during combat. A child prodigy, Calvin had assimilated the basics of the English language before he could walk and had an advanced vocabulary by five years old. His instructors described him as gifted but disconnected. Socially, Calvin seemed withdrawn and unwilling to befriend other children. In his opinion, his classmates displayed a severe lack of logic and reasoning skills. He secretly referred to his classmates as “plebs” and stylized himself as their king. By the time he graduated high school at age nine, Calvin considered others beneath him and despised their underdeveloped minds. He loathed their irrational decisions and the ease with which they bought into the media and social mores without further inquiry. Issues which were quantified by right and wrong or good and evil never fully convinced him of their necessity. Laws against murder and theft prevented barbarism while fulfilling the social contract essential to civilization, but why should one not dispose of its violators? Why provide sustenance and shelter for those who broke the agreement? Furthermore, why should others have to financially support these criminals?
Thus, when he attended Harvard, Calvin found great interest in civics and economics. However, after often losing debates because of his amorality, Calvin abandoned his legal pursuits and devoted the bulk of his time to economics and statistics. As soon as he received his master's degree at the age of thirteen, Calvin immersed himself in the stock market, predicting subtle fluctuations in the market weeks before any other analyst. He became a multi-millionaire in a matter of years. In his spare time, Calvin studied electronics and patented various communication and surveillance devices for military and civilian use. Contributing multiple inventions and steering marketing decisions for corporations as well as investing in their continued growth earned Calvin a controlling interest in several electronics companies.
As his empire developed and he went from millionaire to billionaire, Calvin pursued further degrees in criminology and the sciences, specifically chemistry, theorizing that an end to criminality could be discovered within a mixture of specific chemicals. After a few years of trial experiments on lab animals, Calvin believed he had found the correct mixture. Aggressive animals became docile when administered a daily dosage, and within months the subjects ceased all aggressive acts, but the chemicals sterilized the animals. Not only would the aggressive gene be eliminated but future generations of aggressors would no longer born. Considering the experiment an overwhelming success, Calvin wanted to move on to human trials; however, the government declared any future experiments inhumane and ordered his operation shut down. Despite having all his files and research destroyed, Calvin retained the knowledge and bitterly declared that humans were not capable of abolishing their aggressive nature. All the same, he did not relegate his years as a scientist as a complete failure. Instead, he utilized his extensive knowledge of various toxins and medicines to create a device which rendered him immune to all diseases and poisons. If others would not accept the gifts of Calvin Hubert, then he would no longer subject himself to their toxic society.
Still, Calvin's concerns about America remained. An overburdened penal system, lethargic trials, and lenient sentencing were all too frequent. On the one hand, Calvin understood the primal urge to extinguish another's life in order to cement one's place as a dominant being within the natural order. In fact, he had once strung up the neighbor's cat for no other reason than to hungrily watch its life slowly ebb away. On the other hand, Calvin knew wanton acts of violence could not be tolerated within a just society, and yet America's judicial system failed its citizens. Rapists, murderers, and child molesters could be released for a fee. Judges could be bribed, jurors could be threatened, evidence could be conveniently lost, and others could serve as scapegoats. Since the victims allowed themselves to be placed in their current predicament, Calvin held little remorse for their ignorance and weakness. For him, no one was truly innocent no matter what the bleeding-hearts led the public to believe. He surmised that a truly just individual should police himself or herself and accept the responsibilities for his or her own actions. If not, he concluded, then they could answer to him, their king.
He started out small, researching the criminals who had been set free due to a technicality. Then using a lightweight stealth suit and a host of specially designed chemicals, Calvin, who had claimed himself “King,” silently dispatched society's oppressors and discarded their remains with the aide of a particularly potent acid. Soon the guilty feared their king. Years passed and countless of the worst lawbreakers found a quiet end, but crime continued to rise. Calvin quickly realized his error. He was concentrating too much on the bottom rung of the criminal ladder. Therefore in 1980, Calvin assumed a new alias, The Elite, and began targeting the wealthy corporations who perpetuated a world where crime was profitable and the weak could be easily manipulated by the media. The “plebs” were his to control. Once again, Calvin concocted a powerful mixture of chemicals to treat his patients, only this time they induced a series of vivid hallucinations and a temporary paralysis. Calvin carefully picked the executives and stockholders to target first, weakening key members with ravenous indulgences for the items they peddled to the common person. Soon prominent cigarette chairmen had begun smoking several cartons in one day and developing cancer in a matter of months. Obesity and diabetes soared among fast food executives. When questioned about their abrupt behavior, each individual claimed that the company's ad, or in some cases mascot, convinced them to partake of as much of their own products as they possibly consume in one sitting. Each company's stock plummeted and one of Calvin's many subsidiaries bought the companies and reshaped the product dispersement with public health in mind. After all, thought Calvin, a healthy public is a paying public. Satisfied for the first time in years, Calvin continued his war on corporate America without hesitation.
