II. 25 years ago…
Just north of the Canada border, Henry Buttlefeld sat in the small office he used for his laboratory. He knew he needed to hurry but his scientist side recognized these things couldn’t be rushed. After so many failed experiments and tests he believed with all his heart he had perfected his pill. His creation he called the Samson Pill was ready for its final test subject: him. He trusted in his calculations and theories. This would work. This would fix his flaws. Comparatively, it was a rather big pill. But considering all it was about to do it wasn’t that big. He could swallow it once. That’s all it would take. Finally, he would become the man his dad could be proud of. Continue reading