“Baby Box is a government program that, once approved, will create two hundred infants inherent with exceptional knowledge, unwavering discipline and heartless fearlessness. If the program gets a thumbs up, our nation will reign in every area from warfare and science to financial wizardry as these scientifically engineered children lead us to new heights well into the next century. Each baby born will be indexed by an ankle tattoo to be administered during their one month pediatric examination. The marking will serve as a categorizing procedure. S-sorry, One moment, please. I’m receiving something from my Program Director. Yes? okay. I’ve just been told that Baby Box has a green light. Amidst all the background noise, I need to repeat for our viewers that Baby Box has been approved for immediate startup. Earlier today, statements were distributed to the Press to be read upon Baby Box approval. So, I guess it’s okay for me to read the release now. Following is a statement presented to the Press by President Anderson and it reads; ‘I am looking forward to welcoming the first newborn as well as all subsequent infants. My mind races toward the future when I cast a vote for our new President, which will undoubtedly be the first baby released for adoption. It is a historical day in our country. Thank you for your support. And so, there you have it. Now to continue with scene coverage. Protest walks are underway and stick sign creators minced no words in comparing this to a Hitler regime process. As you can hear, Hitler’s Architect is being chanted. Protesters are saying money should be put into America’s healthcare budget or toward the deficit. As additional information or pictures become available, programming will be interrupted so viewers will be kept posted. This is Bryne York reporting from outside Baby Box’s Maryland station.”

Trish and Sam Horton were the first couple awarded a baby. There was no selection of hair, eye or skin color; but the Horton’s didn’t mind because after four years of trying to conceive on their own, it was apparent they had to adopt. They arrived at the baby release building bright and early wearing smiles of a new Mommy and Daddy. Sam carried a cuddly blue bear and Trish a blanket crocheted by her Mother. Media people took up every inch of pavement, and t.v. cameras were balanced on shoulders as the world waited for the transfer of guardianship of the first baby created by science. The baby boy was named Alan Randolph Horton, a.k.a. baby #1, and the moment for a joyful parent and child union had arrived. Cameras panned in on Trish so as to capture every facial muscle, but instead of joy, a look of gloom and fright came though the lens into living rooms and offices everywhere. The very moment Alan was placed into Trish’s arms, she felt deep dark fear. The blissful contact she had dreamed about was shattered with a sense of evil leaving her terrified. When Sam saw his wife’s face, it was obvious something was wrong and he held up the crocheted blanket blocking Trish and Alan from the cameras, rushing them to a waiting car. It wasn’t long before every station in America and worldwide t.v. was dubbed the 24-hour baby Alan channel. It wasn’t long before Trish’s face of fright was plastered on every screen with the joke caption, ‘looks like she never held a baby before.’

The days and weeks that followed were sheer hell. The Horton’s did everything humanly possible to get close to Alan, but it was of no use, clearly he was not of this world. He emitted darkness and fear. Trish kept her distance, leaving Sam to cautiously tend to him. Alan’s strength was like a five year old growing mightier each day, yet his length hadn’t changed. The Horton’s couldn’t return Alan because he had self-inflicted bruises, so they feared they’d be accused of abuse. They feared losing their sanity.

Alan was kept isolated, and curious reporters smelled a story. They knew something wasn’t right and that if they dug enough or peeped through windows, they’d have the scoop of the century. One month passed, and it was time for Alan’s first pediatric appointment. Because he’d be receiving the required ankle marking, the day held worldwide interest. But, to reporters camped outside the Horton residence, they were after that bigger story, far bigger than an ankle tattoo. A daring AP reporter climbed through Alan’s window and uncovered a baby that oddly hadn’t changed in size, his face rigid and arrogant.

The program’s failure led to suicide of scientists who gave the go ahead. Baby Alan possessed a commanding, cruel and tyrannical nature which unfortunately could not be reversed. The other released and adopted babies shared the same traits. Clearly, they were failed mutants of the human strain.

Just seven years after the Baby Box program inception, our President triggered World War III eliminating several countries and their people, thereby hailing us victorious. World War IV looms overhead because of out-of-control Baby Box officials. President Alan Horton is calling for the removal of naturally conceived Americans who have proved weakness beyond acceptance. Just a matter of time that 15-inch Baby Box adults will dominate the world, and that Baby #4, Justine Ann Kane, the current Premiere of China, will declare a face off with President Horton. Just a matter of time, that the world our forefathers and great scientists of history created will shatter into darkness, turmoil and confusion. Just a matter of time, that countries are eradicated with the push of a button by those in power with the might of giants.

Even the most carefully engineered procedures can backfire, and unfortunately by the time these backfires are discovered, it’s too late to turn back and darkness enters because we did more than flirt with life......we made first contact with a different form of life and they, in turn, ended ours.