Weapons have existed since man encountered man, and advancements in weaponry were brought about to kill men more efficiently and quickly. But one weapon was created for the sole purpose of making war obsolete. It was created to make war so horrible that any sensible man would never think to resort to war. Unfortunately, sensible men are few and far between.
	No-one knows how it began. Or who fired first. One bomb went off, and then more. And the sky became tainted and colored crimson with the blood of the many. And a blanket of hate and fire was draped over the Earth. For the time had come when man must face the horror of his own creations. The land cracked with heat, and the water boiled. Time passed, and for a while the future was uncertain. But not all was lost. 
	From the ashes of destruction rose a small civilization of 100 million people. And anarchy set in. Governments came to power, and were overthrown on a daily basis. For fifty years or more life went on this way. Life settled into a precarious balance. Self regulated city-states took power over small communities and for a time, all prospered. 
	As life improved, and man adapted the land to suit the new world order, the waves of change swept over the land, followed by a wave of fear. Quickly quelled, those who approved of the changes were dealt with by the individual city-states. They were simply never seen again.
	
	She was five when her mother died. Her father became a broken man, but in time, his wounds like all wounds, healed. Life went on, and happiness returned to the girls life. From her eyes, all was right in the world.  She was eight when her father remarried. Things were good at first, and in time, her step-mother gained her trust. But something was amiss. For the little girl was constantly sick. Hallucinations replaced sleep, hysteria and fear took the place of happiness and love. For everyday, at approximately 2:00 AM, her step mother gave her a dose of special medicine.
	Her step-mother would enter casually and sit down on the side of her bed. She worked in the dark, calmly, and quietly. Brandishing a syringe, she would fill it with the fluid contents of a small medical flask labeled, “Valium,” and with a flick and a squirt, the potent shot was ready. Slowly pulling back the covers to reveal the little girls shoulder, her step-mother would inject the cocktail of drugs, and send the girl‘s brain synapses into a frenzy. And so this went on for a considerable amount of time.
	And the time came when a decision must be made. The little girl was sick. The little girl needed a hospital. The little girl was crazy. The little girl needed to go away. So one day in a discreet manner, a van pulled up to the little girls house, and took her away. And her father cried, and her step-mother consoled him. It’s for the best. She’ll be alright, just you wait. Stronger now, the father stood up to bid farewell to the shell of a little girl he once called his daughter. For that was all she was, a shell. No thoughts, no life, just a still portrait of sorrow, and dismay. He hugged his daughter, and whispered in her ear, “Goodbye Morgan.”
The motor caught and the engine roared, and then the car was but a shadow on the horizon.

	The hospital was created for the research and treatment of those with special needs. The lack or regulation and corruption had turned it into a prison-like testing ground for new medications. Those who’s families could afford special care, saved their siblings the torture that befell the less fortunate. The walls were white, and hallways went on for miles. White doors every few feet denoted the containment cells for the patients. Everything was labeled. Containment area C. Patient 521. Hallway 5A. Building E. A place for everything, and every person in it’s place. And as the hospital prospered, it required more patients to feed it’s appetite for research. They began accepting some patients who weren’t sick, or needed help, but simply weren’t wanted. For a fee, they would take anyone. You have a homeless man that begs for food outside your restaurant? Give us 200 bucks and you’ll never have to see him again. People disappeared. And for a time, no-one noticed. 
	Soon, however, government became aware of these odd disappearances, and in time, began to pay the hospital to take those criminals that would not fit in the jails. The hospital welcomed this. And the bars went up, and the buildings expanded. And a fence of chain link and barbed wire grew around the compound. You were there, and there was no way out. Those who were labeled as trouble makers were never seen again, those who spoke out were never seen again, those who were not liked were never seen again. Because the greatest crime of all, was not fitting into the rubric of society.