Beyond Biology: A Woman's Revenge

Name: Beyond Biology: A Woman's Revenge
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My brother, Kevin, just got the bizarre diagnosis. He had a fully functional uterus. I, a bio-ethicist, saw it as a severe medical condition, but Kevin, fueled by delusion, declared himself the "next step in human evolution." My mother, Eleanor, encouraged his madness, seeing it as a shortcut to our family's inheritance. When I tried to intervene, to warn them of the dangers, Kevin sneered, "You' re just jealous. You' re a woman, so you can' t stand that a man can do your one job better than you. You' re obsolete." My mother agreed, validating his cruel words. I pushed back, trying to get the hospital's ethics committee involved, arguing Kevin wasn't psychologically fit. They found out. I walked into our family home that rainy night, and Kevin, encouraged by my mother, attacked me with a heavy glass trophy. The last thing I saw was the trophy swinging down towards my face. Then, darkness. And then... light. I gasped, jolting awake in my own bed, my body whole. My phone buzzed. The date confirmed it: three years before my murder. Three years before Kevin's "miracle." A slow, cold smile spread across my face. They had killed me once for being an inconvenience. This time, I would be the architect of their destruction.

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Chapter 11

07-04 18:48

Introduction

My brother, Kevin, just got the bizarre diagnosis.

He had a fully functional uterus.

I, a bio-ethicist, saw it as a severe medical condition, but Kevin, fueled by delusion, declared himself the "next step in human evolution."

My mother, Eleanor, encouraged his madness, seeing it as a shortcut to our family's inheritance.

When I tried to intervene, to warn them of the dangers, Kevin sneered, "You' re just jealous. You' re a woman, so you can' t stand that a man can do your one job better than you. You' re obsolete."

My mother agreed, validating his cruel words.

I pushed back, trying to get the hospital's ethics committee involved, arguing Kevin wasn't psychologically fit.

They found out.

I walked into our family home that rainy night, and Kevin, encouraged by my mother, attacked me with a heavy glass trophy.

The last thing I saw was the trophy swinging down towards my face.

Then, darkness.

And then... light.

I gasped, jolting awake in my own bed, my body whole.

My phone buzzed.

The date confirmed it: three years before my murder.

Three years before Kevin's "miracle."

A slow, cold smile spread across my face.