Command

Here's what you're going to do next: You’ll drive to the lab and destroy bacterial sample 8B2025.3e. The second-to-last of its kind on earth. Leaving me the final draft of the disease that made Petunia what she is; her body is the sample. It’s the only way to guarantee no other family will be devastated by this pointless infection. Or that all future generations are, if I feel like it—now you’ll have no way to develop an antidote until it’s too late. It’s entirely up to me. Oh, and you won’t remember this meeting. You’ll wake up in 5…4…3…