Logan: Your Child
Published on September 20, 2017 by Paul Ciano
We do not dress them up for Halloween. We do not call them “baby” or kiss boo-boos. Don’t think of them as children, think of them as things, with patents and copyrights. Comprende?
My name is Gabriella Lopez. I am a nurse, and for ten years, I worked for Transigen research in Mexico City. Transigen is owned by an American company. What I am about to show you is illegal in the U.S. and Canada.
They told us we were part of a pharmaceutical study, but of course, that was a lie. These children were born in Transigen. They were born here, and have never left. They have never seen the sun, or the ocean, rain or snow, or any of God’s creatures.
They have no birth certificates, no names, besides the ones we have given them. They were raised in the bellies of Mexican girls, girls no one can find anymore. Their fathers were semillas Américas, special seeds in bottles.
They thought we were too poor and stupid to understand. We are poor, yes, but we are not stupid. This is business. They are making soldiers, killers.
As the children became older, they became more difficult. They could not be controlled. The company made their bodies into weapons, tried to teach them to kill, but they did not want to fight. A soldier who will not fight is useless.
Inside this building, they are working on something new, something they think is better than the children. Something they say is without a soul.
They must have been successful. About a week ago, they told us to shut our program down. They started putting the children to sleep. We are going to save as many children as we can.
I read about a place, up north, a place for mutants. They call it Eden.
If you are watching this, it means that I am dead. I am not sure if any other children survived. We were separated. There’s no more money. That was a lie.
She’s not my child, but I love her. You may not love her, but she is your child.