He made me better at killing. That's all it's good for. The scientists didn't even bother to hide from us that they were trying to mold us in the image of other people, ideals that their captain had set for them. It wasn't simply an experiment for the sake of experimentation, it was a sudden burst in sample size for them to work with on an ongoing project. They tore our genes like so much paper while they twisted them, trying to turn mutations toward models none of us had ever met. Good wasn't enough. They wanted perfect, and then, after that, they were going to try to build obedience. [...] It never got that far.